Winter Fun

It snowed this week.
Actually, that’s a stupid way to start a blog entry. You know it snowed this week, because you live in the same sad temperate country that I do (unless you’re one of my international readers, in which case the information is probably news to you, and therefore still valid.)
Anyways, it snowed this week. In winters past, that would annoy the heck out of me, and fill me with the kind of anxiety normally reserved for turkeys on their way to a Christmas party at Bernard Matthews’ place. I think I can trace it back to my school days. Back at school, a snowy day would see me being rolled across the playground in a game that I believe was called “Turn The Fat Kid Into A Snowman”
This week, though, I found it quite pleasant.
It looked picturesque and beautiful, and apart from a trip to the shops for hot chocolate and muffins, I was able to watch it from the window with enjoyment.
The panic-buying old people annoyed me in the shop. Why does everyone rush out to buy milk and bread when there’s weather warnings on telly? If we’re getting snowed in, I want six months supply of steak, pasta and vegetables, not bread and bloody milk. What are these people – hedgehogs?
I went out woefully under-dressed, but was kept warm by the countless layers of flab beneath my skin. I was the only person in the High Street not shivering. To all doctors that might be reading this – Take your ‘obesity is always bad’ idea and shove it up your stethoscope.

RC 4-2-09
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