I'm Dreaming of a Sub-Tropical Paradise

[blacklilly]

This was the view from my front door on Saturday morning. I've never seen snow flakes so HUGE! I had to trudge to work through the snow in the wellies someone had very kindly left in my apartment, but I did get to have a snowball fight at 3am. On Sunday it was still snowing so I hibernated, and on Monday it was still snowing but I had to leave the house to get wine, bread and milk. And then I left the house again to go drinking, and proceeded to slip over 3 times on the way back home (I was quite shockingly merry, given that I didn't actually drink that much). Sam said he followed my arse-prints back into town this morning, and remarked on just how far I skidded on one them.

I had intended to go out and get some photos, but the weather was bad, and now it's just freezing cold and bloody dangerous. I think this is yet again part of the Culture Shock manifesting itself - no blogging, no photos. It's a shame because the last time I remember snow of this ilk in England was maybe 12 years ago. I'm extremely concerned about the life-threatening nature of the ice on the roads and found myself cursing loudly on the way home tonight as my "road" (read single-track bordered by what look like rice paddies) is unlit and covered in inch-thick ice. Plus I've got a stinking headache which is why I'm now going to go to bed. In the gap left by my own lack of anything to say read this. This has become the school motto and I will be applying said methods in tomorrow's lesson with the crazy hippos.