One of the things I miss most about being younger is the excitement of snow. Rumours begin to abound as to when and how much. The hype begins to build up massively. The excitement is just too much. And nothing is more exciting than the possibility of a snow day! I remember waking up and seeing the different light that snow makes through my curtains, jumping up and ripping back the curtains wondering if it’s enough to let you stay at home. Then, all hushed in the kitchen you had to listen to the radio for the list of schools, hoping that you’d get to stay at home and actually get to enjoy the winter wonderland.
Unfortunately, the magic of snow doesn’t seem to affect me anymore. This week I just found it cold and annoying. Every morning it was even harder than usual to get out from under the duvet in time for lectures. Every time I left the house I had to wear so many layers that I looked like the Michelin man. Victoria Park was like an ice rink and every walk across was fraught with danger. To be honest I’m glad it’s nearly all gone. What a scrooge I’ve become!