Bastard snow. Bastard.

It is snowing. A lot.

Snow is a bastard isn’t it? Someone twittered yesterday, and I paraphrase, ‘You know you’re getting old when the first thing you say when you see snow is Oh Shit’

It’s true. I used to love snow but now it’s just a pain in the arse. Firstly, it means ALL the radio stations are on ‘Snow Watch’. What this actually means is travel and weather reports every 15 minutes where they tell us there is a lot of snow and some roads are closed, and some buses aren’t working and some people are bastards.

Also, I’m very worried that I will be snowed in at the radio station. Yes, I dig my job but I HATE being away from my bed. I do not want to sleep in the studio and this is now a distinct possibility.

Another reason for hating bastard snow is I’ve got shed loads of stuff to do and places I need to be and snow means I may not get there, or if I do, it will take me sodding hours to do so. Sod off. Please snow, stop being a bastard and go.

There was another reason I hated snow but I just got up to take this picture of my garden. Yeah, it looks beautiful, but it’s actually a bastard.

Shit. I can’t seem to upload the picture. Bastard.