I’ve never been an early bird when it comes to getting out of bed, especially not during the weekends. I’m not all that keen on parting from my pit and whilst I’m well aware that swimming lessons are a necessity, I wasn’t really up for the fifty-minute drive into town today. After peeling back the curtains and awkwardly adjusting to the bright light like some sort of scorched vampire, I could see that both of our cars were covered in a thick blanket of ice. The freezing temperatures weren’t entirely enticing but never the less, we got ourselves wrapped up …
