Yes, it is pretty when resting on branches of winter trees, with unique patterns which rest for moments on the tips of your fingers and quite fantastic at silencing footsteps but when snow falls, us, being British look in amazement.
We can't go to school or work because of underfoot dangers that might cause us to lose footing over like cartoon characters ignoring the obvious banana skin or whatnot, flapping our arms for balance like geese that are too fat to fly and hilariously fall on our backsides.
So recently it has been snowing in London (hey paedophiles, I live in London!) and today I was on my way home and waited at the bus stop for a while. Call me weird but I do like to entertain myself at bus stops, so for a while I decided to smooth over all the snow to make it icy, for the entertainment of the flat owners across the road, evil or not, people losing their footing is quite hilarious, especially when they are tall and hench.
When the bus eventually came, I took my place near the front. A couple of stops into the journey a lady got on with a child holding her hand and a baby in a buggy. She made some awful fuss of how long she had been waiting and how she had missed her appointment at the dentist and lost and lost a lot of money. So I did feel pity for her then but I couldn't help the sly smile when I got off the bus, and waited at the bus stop for a second different bus to take me home and three more of the same bus that that lady and her children had been waiting for turned up within fifteen minutes.
Isnt it ironic that London, a city that has meant to evolved past every other and habit the need of all, can't deal with the sprinkling of snow like icing sugar on a Victoria sponge when snow has been predicted months in advance.
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