I'll get Mr. Collins over and done with now, so.
Now onto the snow. I was going to write about this the first day it snowed, but I thought it would be better if I let my grumpiness build up inside me for a few days, and then let it all out in one go. It snowed for about four days here in the UK, which irritated me enough in the first place. But what annoyed me more than the fact that it snowed, was the facebook status updates making sure I didn't forget that there was some frozen water falling from the sky. Not to mention the photo uploads.
'Yes, I realise it's snowing, I've been out in it all day, I can see it through my window, I don't need it on my PC screen...Please kindly stop it'.
'But it's so pretty'
Lets just get something straight right now. Snow is only ever pretty on mountains or in Forrest's where people rarely go. NOT when it's a grey slush that has been trampled on to within an inch of it's annoying life. People ruin the beauty of many things, but snow would be the number one example.
This is how snow can be pretty. |
On Friday night it rained quite heavily, so I thought 'Ah, that'll melt away the rest of the snow that hasn't fucked off already'. It didn't. It just made everything more slippery and slushier than before, making walking to the shops about as safe as playing Russian Roulette. Where I could, I walked in the road, which, lets be honest, is the wrong place for a pedestrian. It pretty much gives out the message 'I'd rather be hit by a car than fall into the cold snow'... Which I would rather. I hate the cold and I hate it even more when the cold is accompanied but wet.
I refuse to let this happen to me. |
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