Suzanne Harrington: We survived the snow — meanwhile, my child is sleeping with snakes and scorpions

A broken heater, snow gridlock, and a partner contemplating Dorito rations—surviving winter’s polar vortex is no small feat, but it comes with its moments of wonder

Irish Examiner journalist, Suzanne Harrington at home in Brighton. Pic: Andrew Dunsmore

By the time you read this it might be mild drizzle again, but at the time of writing we are in the midst of an Arctic polar vortex snow bomb event – or ‘winter’ – and my heater has chosen this precise moment to make a small, sad popping sound before falling dead at my feet like Ginger, the overworked horse in Black Beauty. 

Gamely, I put on fingerless gloves and keep typing.