SNOW!

It's been thirteen years apparently since Britain had a blast of snow as heavy as the one which hit the UK today. Weather forecasters and news presenters alike were chucking all sorts of superlatives around for dramatic effect. Deepest, coldest, harshest, most dangerous, yadda yadda yadda.
One doe eyed presenter on the Beeb was the picture of angst as she warned her patently idiotic viewers to "...wrap up warmly and take care out there. It's very snowy." God forbid we should venture outdoors without the cast iron wisdom of some twinset clad bimbette who's never travelled further north than Watford. I'm giving her the benefit of the doubt as she is heavily pregnant and may be suffering from baby brain. As for the weather woman who thinks she's a nursery teacher... aarrggghhhh!!!!

Yes it's snowing, yes it's cold. Snow has to be cold. [It's in the contract - Snow tried to be bikini weather but God said no deal, you get the thermals and bobble hats.]
But let's not lose the plot here people. A bit common sense is all we need. Anyone who genuinely does need to take advice from the BBC sofa squad shouldn't really be out on their own anyway. I may not be a rocket scientist but I can get about reasonably independently and if I don't get to where I want to be, well that'll be MY fault and I'll live with the consequences. Or not.

I was a bit frustrated today when I saw palm sized flakes blowing horizontally past the window. The 4 year old in me wanted to rush out and chuck huge snowballs at innocent parties but the 44 year old me had to be sensible and stay indoors to earn the daily crust. I had the right gear for outdoors [so no need for the sofa squad to fret for me] but like Snow my contract prohibits any and all fun stuff. I can't blame God for that though, just the council.