1~ It’s cold.
Snow can be cold. The kind of cold that strikes through to the bones and freezes your snot. People say that children don’t feel the cold but they obviously never met the likes of me. Soggy mittens were never my idea of fun, people, hence I generally ‘enjoyed’ the snow from the warmth of the dining room window. That said, there have been moments in my menopausal journey where I would have given my right nip to be able to shove my face in a snowdrift..
There is something quite beautiful about fresh snowfall. I always marvel at the white blanket that magically transforms even the shittest of places.
Then humans and animals ruin it all.
First come the size 14 boot prints of the milkman.
Then, come the patches of yellow snow..
There is nothing remotely picturesque about a snow filled garden when you have dogs. Even less when it’s a small yard.
Then there is the joyous act of cleaning up after your four-legged friend has taken a dump in the snow..
Never had the pleasure of digging out a dog turd from 8 inches of snow?
You’ve never lived!
Lets not forget the lazy-arsed owners who genuinely believe that their dog’s excrement will dissolve in the snow so there’s no need to get that poo bag out eh?
What actually happens is that once the snow has melted – the pavements are smeared with poo which gets on everybody’s shoes and into their homes. Incidentally, these are the same breed of dog owners who believe that slinging shit bags into trees makes them inconspicuous.
The problem with this country is that we are never prepared for wintry conditions. Our cars suddenly turn into Torvill and Dean – only less graceful.
To be fair, it’s the scariest thing to find yourself sliding down the road with absolutely no control whatsoever. I’ve had a few ‘squeaky bottom’ moments in my time so I avoid driving in the stuff whenever possible. However, I still get anxiety from watching other drivers sliding perilously close to my car as their back wheels have a mental breakdown.
Note to self: Next house must have a driveway.
4~ Snowballs (and other bodily parts)
No matter where you are or who you are with, at some point some idiot will throw compacted snow in your face and fall about laughing. For some reason, this is considered normal behaviour? But if I was to fast-spin a cricket ball at them, I’d be hand-cuffed and trundled off to the police cells.
*throws hands up in the air*
Then there are the snow-people complete with balls and boobs..
Nothing says Christmas quite like the sight of a snowman with a massive set of knackers on the front lawn, eh?
5~ It’s Slippy
As I’ve got older, there is another reason why I hate snow and ice.
The problem is that I have Osteopenia.
Osteopenia? Isn’t that a film about mods?
No, that’s Quadrophenia.
Osteopenia is the pre-curser to Osteoporosis. In other words – thinning bones. This means that I am more likely to break a bone should I fall over. Even a minor fall could have serious consequences. *serious face*
This is monumentally crap because I’m only 47 but it is what it is and all I can do is protect myself as much as I possibly can. So I fit contraptions to my boots (cleats) to stop me falling over and they do work. I am the ONLY parent on the school run who wears them. However, the well-being of my bones trumps dignity, no?
Note to self and other snow grip users: Do NOT attempt to walk on a tiled floor with your ‘cleats’ on. You’ll be on your arse faster than you can say Bolero!
Then there are the women who wear high heels when the pavements are blatantly icy. What’s more is that they manage to stay vertical! There’s me taking tentative steps despite the protection of my grips and they overtake me wearing stilettos as if they didn’t get the memo that it has snowed!
One theory is that the heels act like little ice-picks so maybe there is some method in this madness?
Even so. I think I’ll stick to my flat heeled boots and snow grips, ta very much. I’d rather look like Nanook of the North than end up sprawled on the pavement with a busted hip.
So, there are my five reasons why I hate snow.
Let it snow, let it snow, let it NOOOOOO!!!
I rode on a plane a couple years ago with Snow Patrol and didn’t know who the hell they were. They said they were big fans of mine and were playing Madison Square Garden. And they let me listen to one of their records on their iPod. I started to weep. ~ Neil Sedaka