Tuesday, November 30, 2010
Cor blimey, it's snowing!
Opened the front door, and was immediately accosted by the most awesome flaky flakes. Dressed like an elf, through lack of judgment - again - in purple tights and tweed shorts - but had my brolly. Walked to the station with a huge smile on my face.
There's something truly magical and novel about snow. It's so peaceful. Sure, London comes to a grinding halt because tracks freeze and nothing operates properly in the snow. But who cares; it's wonderful.
The Brits are grumbling. They've taken down empires for centuries, but the deceptively anarchic concept of snow brings the nation to a standstill.
My Welsh colleague said, "You won't ba laffing when ya dorn't git horme layterr."
I'm of another opinion. Snow is just too lovely and peaceful. When I'm in or around snow, monumental chaos, colossal alien invasion, Obama could turn white, Elton could turn straight, and I wouldn't really give a damn.
Snow is just too pretty to make me care.