Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow.
2003-01-08 at 2:15 p.m.

 

Ohh, sparkly. It's snowing!

I love the snow. It turns me into an 8 year old again. My bastard friend threw a snowball at me earlier. Yay! I'd have thrown one back but I have 4 inch heels on and I was concerned that I'd slip and land on my arse. Thus being hoist by my own petard. And that sounds damned painful.

I love the way whenever we get a bit of weather in this country we fall apart. I like that it conforms to a nice bumbling view of England. As supposed to the one I see most of the time.

I want to go sledging. My boss is going to make his kids a sleigh out of an old pair of skis and a wooden frame. How entirely cute, picture postcard will that be? Ah. I like cuteness.

This is one of those times that you need kids as an excuse to go out and enjoy yourself. Actually, no I don't.

I'm going to put on my silly woolly hat and go play in the snow.