Right thanks for that mum, except I wasn't exactly planning on getting a plane home tonight...
This conversation, or one similiar, was repeated in households all over the country last week after the snow repeatedly fell on days when people were planning to go out. It happened three times in the same week for me. The first being the night I had arrived home from uni looking forward to going out with friends I hadnt seen in three months, only to find Jack Frost had exploded all over London.
At what age did snow stop being fun? Call me scrooge if you want to, but dont get me wrong I used to love snow. I loved snow fights, snow men, snow boots...all when it meant I got a day off school. When I didnt want to go anywhere. When I didnt fall over infront of random people in the street and make noises no one should ever have to hear.
After explaining to my mother that I was going out with everyone, she looked at me as if I had just told her I was pregnant and eloping to India.
"That's such a stupid idea, the roads are treacherous, people were being evacuated off buses earlier, you'll never get back, no taxis will be running, you'll be stranded in the snow, you will probabaly freeze!"
Then she made one final point, which I think is my favourite; "well I wouldn't if I was you, I'd rather be anywhere else than at a club tonight." Mother, you would rather be anywhere else than at a club any night of the week. You haven't stepped foot inside a bar since 1987. You still haven't realised no one refers to a DJ as "disco" anymore. And before you ask mum, no, DJ does not stand for dinner jacket...
So I went out and it was absolutely fine and I didnt even fall over on the ice or anything...I did however fall over an electric radiator when I got home in the dark. I told my mum about this the morning after, surprisingly she didn't agree when I said it would have been safer if I had stayed out all night.
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