And finally this evening it was finished. It is big enough for all four of us to sit in and is one of the most beautiful things that I've ever seen. He filled it with candles before we went in and they lit up the little alcoves that the struts created and made it glow and sparkle.
So wonderfully romantic, my first thought on going inside was that it would make the most wonderful wedding venue...what an absolute bugger that we're already married.
The littlest Teacakes were beside themselves with happiness. As we all sat in there I said how sad it was that it would only be here for such a short time. Mr Teacakes said he thought that made it all the more magical and the moment he'd said it I realised that that's completely true. It's the fact that you can't really possess an igloo that makes it so lovely.
Despite the fact that he is now lying on the bed barely able to move, he is thinking that if we did ever get this much snow again then he would like to attempt one with more rooms...I'm just feeling grateful that he hasn't suggested remodelling the igloo form entirely and making it something other than a bungalow.
So here I am in our igloo enjoying perhaps our only evening in it, and also enjoying the fact that the snow has unexpectedly turned my hair from straight into large corkscrew curls. Hurrah!