why I hate snow in 200 words or less
'Twixt the hours of 6.30 and 7.05am, it did snow hardeth enough for there to be what the hellish scientists call "centimetres" in the unit of three over the lovely town of Wootton Bassett.
Our bold heroine, she steppethed from her house with her maternal mother and she did stop and sayeth:
"I HATE ****ING SNOOOOOW"
ffffffffff. it was fine. ALL OF YESTERDAY. AND MONDAY. why why why the ONE DAY where I actually have to be somewhere whyyy
It's not so much the snow as the country roads that never get gritted and the fact that Todd* has rubbish grip on his tyres, making it impossible to drive even in inner-city areas during heavy snowfall. ffffffuuuuu.
Still. I suppose I'm warm and snug here with my DS iPlayer PokéCommunity coursebooks and cup o' tea. But. I really wanted to go in today. I miss my lecturers and my awesome study group ;_;
* Volkswagen Polo 1997. He was my grandfather's. And he's named after his license plate.