Snow! In Which I Am Not Amused...

UPDATE 6/02/2009: We've had about 5" of snow overnight in my little normally-bad-weather-free area of England, and the Army has been called in as people are abandoning their vehicles on many of the roads. It's virtually impossible to get in or out of my village. The main road from my tiny village to civilisation had been closed anyway for repairs -- meaning we were having to go down tiny backroads and country lanes, which is now impossible. Oh, and they've run out of salt, too. It's a friends' birthday tomorrow, and I really want to go... Phew. Whine over! I'm now going to take advantage of the fact that I've been stuck indoors for five days to start writing reviews of those books I've read :) END UPDATE

I'm fed up of the bloody snow.

It was nice when it started, at first; little moist stars falling from a bright sky, like postcards from a lost childhood, but it very quickly started to get on my nerves. The fact that I have only just got home, after two days of being stranded miles away, in a friends' house, is one thing, but now that I'm home I do have things to do and places to go, y'know.

So I'm asking you, Snow Lord, please stop showing off thy mighty power. Or, at least, show it off somewhere other than the South West of England where, to quote a man on the bus speaking to his daughter at a volume that made the empty chair beside me bleed, "it's been snowing like a bitch". There's more snow tomorrow, so I have a feeling that, having now arrived home, I'm also stuck here. Thanks, Snow Lord.

Incidentally, I was the only person on my bus home (apart from the driver, perforce) and did not appreciate the speed (somewhere in excess of a million miles per hour) that the bus launched itself around iced-up roundabouts. Nor the fact the he stopped the bus about two miles from my stop, because, what with my village being very steep and very seaside, he didn't want to launch the bus over a cliff and into the ocean. I mean, how silly. I did make a snowman, though, and have a generally good time; I'm not entirely falling prey to premature curmudgeonry.

No. More. Snow. Please.

PS: "Bloody" and "bitch" are perfectly fine non-swear swearwords in the UK, lest anybody should think I am actually ferociously angry.