Well, what can I say? The initial excitement of the snowfall most definitely melted long before the snow did. Okay so it's not like it's been the North Pole, but I really have felt the effects of this recent change of weather. And seeing as it's been said to be the worst snow in thirty years, it couldn't possibly go unnoticed.
First off, being an English student, my scientific knowledge is admittedly rather rusty. But still, it continues to bemuse me how the tiniest, gentle flakes can mound up to become such thick layers of snow. I could hardly leave my house for the snowdrift on my doorstep. And as I practically drive a toy car, I found it hard to even find my teeny motor without mistaking it for a snowball. Further to this, upon eventually finding my car, I was honestly too scared to drive.
Even worse, in terms of the potential fun factor of snow, it seems I’m at an unfortunate “in between” stage. This being that I am probably too old to enjoy the snow like a little kid, yet don’t have children of my own to take out and teach how to use a sledge. Being at university, I also don’t get to enjoy the benefit of those magnificent, and somewhat precious, “snow days.” Sadly, I found myself confined to my house, only excited at the prospect that the snow might begin to thaw.
And when I did decide to brave the weather conditions, I found myself dodging the crossfire of various pesky snowball fights. People just really need to learn some kind of snowball etiquette. In fact, no word of a lie, a random idiot actually walked past me and kindly deposited a lovely lump of snow in the collar of my jacket. Which, I’m sure you’ll agree, is potentially the worst place to be snowballed. Unfortunately, I was far too mortified to react; only managing to blurt out a few swear words and give an cold, icy stare. Please excuse the pun.
If this wasn’t humiliating enough, I managed to slip over on the ice on a number of occasions. Once even managing to fall right on my derrière in a rather (not so) elegant fashion. It has to be said, if there’s one thing worse than snow, it’s the ice that follows. Though it does amuse me how people warily tiptoe around appearing to be irrationally petrified of the pavement.
Such a typical British attitude really. Always complaining about the weather. I'm totally freezing, yet I can already feel the heat coming from my August blog, in which I will probably proceed to grumble about the slightest temperature rise.
On the up side, at least now I have a reason to wear my wellies, which I impulsively bought on a midnight trip to 24 hour Asda in my first year. I have been contemplating a use for them ever since. Seeing as I don't happen to own any ice skates, these bright red, blue and green beauties are my best bet. And it appears that in the fashion world, outlandish wellies are allowed to clash with your outfit. Score.