So, this post is a little behind the times. The snow that I am referring to happened over a week ago and even then, we had snow before that. So please, dear reader, just bear with me!
So it snowed. It snowed a lot. And if there is one thing I love, it's that little bit of dandruff soaring down from the sky.
Snow makes everything equal. Everything is white. Everything sparkles and glistens in that cool winter sunshine. Everything is icy cold but mellows at the touch. I love snow.
Of course, it does also hide a multitude of sins...like doggy do! But I am sure that we can forgive it for that.
Hilariously, my school closed at lunch time last Thursday due to snow. Just as we arrived home, it stopped snowing. The next day, my school was the only one in the town to remain open and, needless to say, we were not impressed.
The fact that an overwhelming majority of the school chose to skive on Friday was, I expect, ever so slightly embarrassing for my head teacher, as he was hosting a visit from some visitors from Denmark. They, of course, were oh so very amused by the British reaction to what was, really, a pitiful depth of snow. Why on earth does the whole of Britain have to stop working at the sight of a little dusting of icing sugar?
But really, it is not that we have to stop. I do not believe that any one truly thinks that they are unable to continue on with their day, given the amount of snow that we experienced. The truth is, we just do not want to. And, that is not even necessarily because we do not like our day jobs. It is not because we want any excuse to stop. It's because the snow is there, now, and it might not be tomorrow. We might not be here tomorrow! So, of course, given the choice between going to school and work or building a snowman, our answers are going to be pretty standard!