And whilst it looks pretty and it gets the kids and the dog excited, I hate it.
Yes, it was great when I was young and I can remember being out in it all the time back in the early seventies – that’s when we had proper snow… and at Christmas too.
But once I grew up (last Tuesday), I took a real dislike to the stuff. And, as I’ve got older, I’ve come to dislike it more and more.
And there are two main reasons for this:
- It’s cold. I hate the cold. I used to relish it, but not so much nowadays. Actually, I don’t like the heat either – I’m more of a temperate kind of guy: 20 degrees is the Goldilocks zone, for me.
- It disrupts my journey to work. As if I don’t spend enough time sitting in traffic as it is, a half inch of snow will double or triple my journey time, because we are rubbish at driving in the snow.
Whenever snow falls, I literally dread having to drive to work.
But, every cloud has a silver lining:
We are in lockdown and I am working from home. I can sit in the warm comfort of my home office, with a nice cup of tea, looking out the window (because that’s what I normally do at work) and thoroughly enjoy the snowy spectacle outside. No having to defrost the car for fifteen minutes before I start; no sitting in a line of traffic en-route to the motorway, because some silly sod is just sat spinning his wheels as he tries to get up the slip road; no frustration at being stuck for hours on the M25 because a lorry has jack-knifed 30 miles ahead of me on the other carriageway.
Nope, just me and a cup of tea and a lovely view out the window as the sun rises.
I don’t know if any more snow is forecast, but if so, bring it on!