And Then...

It finally snowed!!

After a super mild, almost warm Christmas and New Year, I was beginning to wonder what all the hype over English winters was about. It had got to the point, only a couple of weeks ago that you could just about go out without a jumper, and certainly without a jacket - in the middle of a UK January???

All of a sudden the temps dropped by around 15 degrees and we had "killer" storms. I say "killer" to reinforce the sensationalising of newspapers here. In reality, the wind was about as strong as it is most of the time in Wellington - they're just not used to it here. But after the storms, it became really icy cold. I knew it was going to snow, I could feel it. I jumped out of bed excitedly that morning, really early, which is unlike me at the moment, looked out the window and all I could see was white. Though it was only the best part of an inch, it was snow, and it was everywhere (for the morning), and I couldn't have been happier!! I'll never get sick of the snow!!

We got up and played in the park out the back of Russ' parents' place. Russ found a small snowball and rolled it until he couldn't roll it anymore. It was huge! You're never too old to play in the snow like that!

It's gone now, and it feels like it's warming up again. It's a sign that my holidays are over and it's time to get serious about jobs and flats...