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Hnug. It snowed again this morning - well, it was last night, really. I know because I was out in it - work started at 4am today due to extra help being needed to cover for people who couldn't make it in, so I had to turn out of my nice warm bed at 3am (well, 3:30am by the time I actually made it out of the door...). And it was snowing. Like full-on howling wind blowing swirling snowflakes around and everything. My body decided to register its displeasure at being made to function at this early hour by starting a nose bleed, hence the late start while I tried to get it sorted. So, there I am, running to work through the falling snow, already late, with blood dripping from my nose and congealing on my trousers. Looking in the mirror when I got to work I saw myself with my hair encrusted with snow and my face streaked with blood, looking more like I'd just spent a week in the artic than as if I'd just come a mile or so down the road.
Coming back home, that peculiarity of the British winter abounded - InstaSlushTM. Other countries get snow. You know, white stuff that lies on the ground and looks nice. We get stuff that falls from the sky and instantly turns into gray mush. It gets everywhere - it sticks to your shoes, it gets in your clothes, and when it dries you find its main constrituant was mud. It also manages to cunningly disguise itself as solid-looking road - running along Milton road yesterday I found some particularly good examples of where this substance can be used to prepare a cunning freezing cold and soaking wet trap for the unwary foot (or, from the size of some of the slush-filled holes in that road, unwary elephant or unwary articulated lorry).
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