...in a winter wonderland

The snow is here! Well, it's up north. Back home in Newcastle and Durham, there were four inches this morning. Mother called; she pretended to be annoyed at the situation but I know fine well she can't wait for me to get home so she has someone to build a snowman with.

'Georgia pet, you should go out and get some fresh air you know, it will make you feel miles better' roughly translates as, 'GEORGIA IT'S SNOWING AND MY INNER CHILD HAS BEEN AWOKEN! I WANT TO GO OUTSIDE AND PLAY WITH THE SNOOOWWWWWW!' Last year, I built an igloo (I know, I know - bloody impressive) and she could barely keep away.


Adults try and deny the joy they feel when the snow begins to fall - they feel it necessary to moan about it instead. I, however, do not understand why it is a problem that 'the roads are so bad I can't make it into work' - at what age do you stop appreciating occasions when nature intervenes and stops you from having to do the mundane things that are normally unavoidable?

I am sure you all felt the same joy and satisfaction I did when school was closed because the ice and snow had created conditions too treacherous for public use; or, when the roads had been flooded so badly by the rain storms the previous night that there was no way you were making it to college that day.

Ahh, such guilt-free pleasure.

I don't think the arrival of snow will ever make me grumpy. For me, snow has connotations of magic and enchantment; it makes me think of home-comforts, love and childhood fun. While many of you may have hoped for that letter of acceptance into Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, I was always secretly hoping to find the wardrobe into Narnia (minus the scary White Queen, if possible).

Anyway, as I hear news of the snow and as I sense the down hill slope towards the end of term drawing near, all I want to do is sip at hot drinks, wrap up in my warmest of woolies, listen to festive music and snuggle down in front of a log fire without the worry of busy timetables and approaching deadlines.

Word on the street is that the snow is to arrive here, in the south, in the next day or so. I am brimming with joy at this news. So if I am not struggling through an essay in Founders Library, with Mumford and Sons', 'Winter Winds' to keep me company, you will be sure to find me either sat by a log fire surrounded by empty mince pie cases, with a wooly hat on my head and a mug of eggnog in my hand, or outside frolicking in the beautiful snow ( filled with mince pies, a wooly hat on my head and a mug of eggnog in my hand).

Come and join me :)