"When is snows, people turn into one of two things; Bulldozers or Snow Conservationists."
Today many a child and young person was blessed with the gift of a snow day (it looks like our snow dance last night paid off, eh?) and consequently every child and young person went a little crazy and headed out into the snow.
I stayed in the confines of my garden - afraid, primarily, of falling over in public due to the ice caused by the hundreds who have gone before me to leap and frolic in this winter wonderland. As a self professed Snow Conservationist I took careful steps in the deep snow and proceeded to build a snow man.
As you can see, my snow man looks very Russian. He has a cossacks hat and is indeed folding his arms. I know, I hear you cry 'Lydia, why did you now take Art A-Level?! This is a piece of the highest beauty' and I understand your frustration with my subject choices. I can tell you with complete confidence that I don't think the school could handle my raw ability at sculpture. It's just a well known fact that they are not ready for this. Moving on. I have named him Rachmaninov (after the composer...that's not pretentious...right?)
Everything gets cancelled when it snows. I don't always understand why. Surely it's more dangerous to let children slide down a hill on a tea tray into some kind of lake or fence than travel in a bus and sit in the safety of a class room? It's probably also the option that endangers them to more illness? At least school is warm. Not that I'm complaining. I quite enjoy sitting by my bedroom window and watching all those poor snow-goers out side trying to walk and not slip over, break their coccyx and suffer perpetual embarassment. It's a wonderful past time.
Enjoy your snow day, all you people. Remember - if you have a baby, please please please cover their ears and hands (WITH AND HAT AND GLOVES, NOT A HOOD!) because it pains me to see little children with no protection from the cold. They can't dress themselves..Keep your baby warm!
Rant over.
Blog over.
Over and out x
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