Friday, January 8, 2010

Ice Age 4: I'm feckin' freezing!

Okay, so I know that I can't be the only one who's getting sick of the snow. And I feel bad about it. At first I frigging loved the snow. On New Years Eve when it started snowing the hour before midnight the family were all out playing in it with the friendly drunks walking up to the pub. I begged my father to let us go outside and 'frolic in the white stuff'.

But now I am absolutely. Positively. Sick. Of. It!

I've been out in it. I've done the snowball fights and the chasing. The shoving snow down each others clothes. The snowmen. The slippery walks. The frozen hands. The chattering teeth. The soaked clothes. The sneezing. The shivering.

Snow comes but once a year. Well this year it doesn't seem to want to leave.

I love it for the entire 'no school' aspect of it. I was dreading going back to that... *shudders* hell hole. Especially to get my Christmas report. But because of the snow we can't go anywhere. My horseriding was cancelled last week and the same will probably happen this week. All my friends seem to be in the most remote parts of the city, so I can't reach them. The buses have become even more unreliable than usual so I can't depend on them to go anywhere. The car's windshield has cracked because of the pressure of the snow, so that's not in use. Plans, such as the panto my family have been planning to go to for six months, one of our Christmas traditions, has had to have been put on hold. And I am completely sick of people throwing snow at my face or down my tops. And having to wear so many layers and looking like a marshmallow.

And why?

Because Ireland is not used to dealing with this situation. Because we are not capable or ready for the new ice age that we seem to be entering into.

I usually love the snow-but not this much of it. Everytime someone leaves a house, or that we hear they're travelling there's worry. Everytime someone steps outside they become an icicle or fall on the ice or-I dunno. We have to conserve water and some places now have no heat. Ireland's weather is normally horrible-how could they not be ready for this?

We're entering a world where hibernation would probably be the best solution.

...So if you want me I'll be curled up in bed in my pjs with a hot water bottle. Wake me up when the snow has melted.

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