Snow. Great when you’re inside looking out, but horrible when you’re out in it.
The last time it snowed here, was on the 5th February, the day after Jack was born. Why do I remember that? Well, that was the day that the nice policeman closed the road that took me to the hospital, and my dad ended up taking me later on his 4x4 truck.
I just had to go outside and stop the side gate banging around in the wind, and that was quite bad. It appears to be settling too, which might mean it stands a chance of causing havoc tomorrow, seeing as we seem to fall apart at the sight of snow here in the UK.
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