Evil, evil snow
The journey to school and work this morning was a nightmare.
This country is ridiculous. We have had, at the most, an inch and a half of snow. You would be forgiven, however, for assuming that the end of the world had just been announced (chirpily) by Fiona Phillips on GMTV. It was like a festive apocalypse out there.
The walk to school wasn’t so bad. The main obstacles were small, awestruck children (mine included) and their dithering parents. The journey to work, however, sucked. Where I live, we have cycle paths. Where the pavement is wide enough, bikes go on one side and pedestrians on the other. Where the pavements are narrower the general public is trusted to sort themselves out. This sometimes works, but mostly it doesn’t. Especially on snowy days, it seems.
After vainly offering an “excuse me” for the twelfth time in five minutes, I gave up. Head down, legs pumping*, I simply ploughed through the masses and triumphantly winged a Yummy Mummy with my handlebar…so I said to Rosa, if the new Boden catalogue doesn’t arrive soon, I won’t be able to get Toby any whimsical t-shirts in time for the trip to Mauri-OW!!
Score!
And by the time I got to work my glasses were all snowy and steamed up and my hood had slipped so I couldn’t see where I was going any more and my hair was all wet and frizzy and I looked like a special and I was Very Cross.
I went sledging in the grounds at lunchtime though so it wasn’t all bad. On the whole, though? Stupid, stupid snow.
* For “pumping” read “feebly cycling while I cried”.
This country is ridiculous. We have had, at the most, an inch and a half of snow. You would be forgiven, however, for assuming that the end of the world had just been announced (chirpily) by Fiona Phillips on GMTV. It was like a festive apocalypse out there.
The walk to school wasn’t so bad. The main obstacles were small, awestruck children (mine included) and their dithering parents. The journey to work, however, sucked. Where I live, we have cycle paths. Where the pavement is wide enough, bikes go on one side and pedestrians on the other. Where the pavements are narrower the general public is trusted to sort themselves out. This sometimes works, but mostly it doesn’t. Especially on snowy days, it seems.
After vainly offering an “excuse me” for the twelfth time in five minutes, I gave up. Head down, legs pumping*, I simply ploughed through the masses and triumphantly winged a Yummy Mummy with my handlebar…so I said to Rosa, if the new Boden catalogue doesn’t arrive soon, I won’t be able to get Toby any whimsical t-shirts in time for the trip to Mauri-OW!!
Score!
And by the time I got to work my glasses were all snowy and steamed up and my hood had slipped so I couldn’t see where I was going any more and my hair was all wet and frizzy and I looked like a special and I was Very Cross.
I went sledging in the grounds at lunchtime though so it wasn’t all bad. On the whole, though? Stupid, stupid snow.
* For “pumping” read “feebly cycling while I cried”.
posted by surly girl at 6:26 pm
10 Comments:
We had snow.
It melted in 5 minutes.
I laughed at the doom-mongers and hand-wringers.
Ha!
I am slightly jealous of lunchtime sledging, though.
*Chortle* I'm still working at home. We had no snow anyway. *Chortle*
God, we've had the most snow in the country. Shouldn't bother me, I'm in the office. However, I now have to cope with (a) work (ok) and (b) kids (not ok, not fair, work day, not find-last-pair-of-dry-trousers-no-I-can't-put-the-tumble-dryer-on-for-one-glove day). Boo.
Still, look at their happy rosy cheeks. Aaaaah.
Fifi - local radio my love. Did take me 2 years to work that out though....
Sledging rules! I took my small people to the park yesterday and couldn't resist a go. I thought it might be like all the other stuff (bouncy castles, trampolines, Dr Who) that you thought were great when you were a kid but now totally suck, but I was wrong. It's great! Couldn't get me off the sledge - we had such a wicked time. My new coat is fucked though.
Aha...erm...no. You got me there mate!
What is it about the thought of you on a bike that I find so delightful? Next time you're giving me a backie into town, bugger the Bombay nightbus.
SG 1 - YM 0
(Death to Yummy Mummies everywhere)
Our school remained open despite threats of blizard. Many kids, however, took the day off although the threat of a Science test may have been partly responsible.
A class of six, with two members of staff to cover them is the future of Special Ed (imao) and we shall be mentioning snow frequently again.
As a pedestrian with no carbon in my footprints, I loathed pavement cyclists when I lived in London. How on earth can that arrangement be safe for anyone?
I totally get what you are saying about blogging as therapy.
*melancholy boink sound*
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