I will literally write posts about anything. Average British Chick.
Monday, 21 January 2013
For the past few days I've been convinced that where I am would not be hit by the snow. So imagine my surprise when I looked outside my window and saw flakes upon flakes of the stuff falling down. All that crisp, white, virginal snow that was waiting to be ravaged. It was time to go out and play.
Look at all that glorious snow!
Beautiful in the summer. Beautiful in the winter.
Snowball throwing, sledge planning despite lacking the main piece of equipment and snow penis building.