There comes a time when the fall of snow is no longer the start of a marvellous
adventure. There comes a time when it means scraping your windscreen and
hoping your car starts. It means aching joints and throbbing sinuses and cold
hands and feet. It means taking longer to get to work and spending all day
sitting in an office where the heating isn’t on. Grey slush and cracked pipes,
cancelled trains and influenza, that’s what snow means. You’ll wake up feeling
like that, one day, and it will mean you are grown up. I hope that day doesn’t
come soon.

Autor: Lance Parkin