Snow More

Dear Mr Snow,

I don’t know quite how to put this. There’s no easy way to say it is there? It’s been fun and we’ve had some good times, but we’ve drifted apart and I think it’s time we went our separate ways.

At first everything seemed fine. I’d forgotten how attractive you are – and I have to say you’ve surpassed yourself, you look so beautiful. But I’d also forgotten how you tend to take over my life, how you have to have everything your own way. You’ve completely stopped me from seeing my old friend the pavement. As for the buses, what can I say? You’ve reduced them from mighty machines to mere probability density functions.

To be fair, perhaps it’s not you, perhaps it’s me. After all, at first I was so busy admiring you that I didn’t mind getting up at silly o’clock for that walk to the tram stop. But after a few days I realised that whilst an early morning walk is very invigorating, so is a decent night’s sleep.

It’s been nice not bringing so much work home (I just can’t carry that much home without the car), but I’m starting to get a bit behind with things, and I really need the chance to catch up.

It’s been great watching kids have fun chucking snowballs at each other and sliding around, but after a break time on ice, they’re snow angels, to say the least. I’d like to get back to some nice normal, calm(ish) lessons.

And it would be nice to go to see my Mum. I couldn’t get there for her birthday you know, you’d blocked the roads.

So I really think it would be best if you left now,

TLC