So, I love the snow. I think it snows so infrequently here that it isn't round long enough too get annoyed by it, and touch wood, I have never been inconvenienced by it.
Excitement started when my mentor entered my classroom at 4.30 with the words: 'Catherine, go home. It's starting snowing. Those living beyond Oxford might not make it.' Quick glance round the classroom, unplug the computers, discussion of contongency plans (phonecall at 7am) and away I went, as flakes were starting to fall on the car park - fairly sizable ones at that. Was feeling a little apprehensive about the drive; regretting not having the sleeping bag in the car anymore but pleased to have the water bottle, two pieces of millionnaires shortcake, wellies and phone. The journey in actual fact was fine, better than often. Although could see the flakes of snow falling, it was really just like driving in the rain.

Lesson 2 learnt (though probably already knew) - I don't care. I love it anyway. And so long as my coat is waterproof I can be out there for quite a while. Was probably about an hour in the end. Three from our house and over the time probably people from about 4 others houses. No names learnt or exact addresses, but a lot of fun. Particularly liked the arbitraryness of the ganging up on people to throw at!
Sadly camera is at school so haven't been able to capture the magic very well. Took a few on phone and will try with computer.
Came in, showered, pyjamaed, blogged, now is time for food then to find out about the great fire of london...
Snow - love it!
Still no news on the spell check...
Just rereading the snow posts while I am supposedly getting on with report writing. And gotta say, I love them!!! I can still feel the excitement I felt at the time while I am reading them now!
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