Monday, 9 February 2009

The howl of the wolf Snow in his eyes


I'm pretty bah humbug about snow, really. In spite of my earlier post with the picture of the wedding-cake table, I can't really be bothered with snow. Yes, it's pretty, yes it can be romantic if you are in the video for Last Christmas, but once you get past the age of 10, it just becomes a huge pain, because you need to go places and get things done. I used to hate having to run the gauntlet of primary school kids when I was a teenager, because they'd just pelt you with snowballs and being female I can't throw them back, because I throw like a girl (I am all for feminism, but sometimes you just have to face facts). And now that I'm all grown up, I hate having to go anywhere in the snow.

And I've even been all sneering at the people over this mythical age of 10 who have been building snowmen in their lunch hour. Until I saw the picture you see to your right. That is awesome. That takes commitment. I salute you, snow polar bear makers (I think that's what it is).

2 comments:

Anonymous said...

haha! yes, our snow posts couldn't be more different.

mine is all "last christmas" in my log cabin (not in switzerland/france, though) and yours is, well, bah humbug! :D

that snow polar bear is amazing, isn't it?! there were some really good ones on that lawn.

Fifo said...

Yeah, we have a very different attitude to the snow, don't we? :)