I know it's off topic, and you may call me mental, but I love it when it snows. I blame it on bed time stories of Pooh and Piglet's attempts at Woozle hunting. Childish? Yes, but it still has the power to make me cry with laughter. It's usually the post-snowfall icy conditions I hate. In London we usually don't have the snow drifts of other areas of the UK, and although the damage is fleeting and often unprepared for. I love it especially when it's powdery...there's something peaceful and all conquering about it. This new blanket of snow is fresh, powdery and unmarkable like a new Mac eyeshadow - the damage for me, will come when it thaws. Well that...and the fact Christopher Robin was watching the whole time and could have stopped them at any time.
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