I must be getting old. Snow is no fun anymore. As a child I always looked forward to the snow coming. It meant great fun sledging, snowballing, making slides and building snowmen. But now it means feeling cold, trying to buy boots and shoes with good grips on the soles (sod fashion) and inching my way along icy pavements.
Last week I slid down part of our steep street on my backside (not intentionally). A dog barking and children laughing at me added to my humiliation. I don't want to wish my life away, but, oh, how I'm looking forward to summer.
So now it's official. I've said it. Grumpy old woman I may fast be becoming, but I DON'T LIKE SNOW!