I was away from home this weekend, in the -field of Shef (Sheffield, if you will) at the place I did my gapyear last year for the reunion weekend of all past teams from over the years. A few people I would've liked to see didn't turn up but overall it was a great weekend.
Then this morning it started snowing, and then it kept snowing. As some may know, England isn't used to weather any stronger than a mild breeze, and the four or five inches of snow that fell today has more or less ground the city to a halt.
And 'cus it's a Sunday, the local authorities aren't doing anything about it.
I was supposed to get a train home today, but couldn't even get to the station, (slippery, dangerous roads, old, old cars and incredibly slow traffic) so I'm stuck here for another night and I'm not 100% certain I'll be able to make it home tomorrow. I have had fun over the weekend but that's more or less ground down now, so it's all a bit pants. I'm really pining for my own bed and a clean set of clothes. And I can't read the book I brought with me 'cus I'll have nothing to read on the train
Ah well, as is life. I'll get home and there won't be a snowflake in sight. This is the closest I've ever come to a white Christmas. So I guess I should look on the bright side.
Though really, it would be nice to be home.
Not really, it's bloody freezing in here, I must have about five layers on!
