Well who’d a thought it, I am in the final 3, it should be the final 2 but not sure why but there are 3 of us left.
This week my story is about snow, our obsession and the random behaviour it cases, I hope you enjoy and thank you so very much for all the votes. If I get through to the next round you will be able to read a few chapters of my book ;-)
Recently the UK has been hit by ‘the snow’, I call it ‘the snow’ as it turns everyday folk into the weirdest people ever….me included.
I remember as a child in the late 70’s things being completely different. We had what the old folk’s call, proper snow, proper snow being the term for anything deeper than 4ft . We were snowed in for days, did we panic?, no we just got on with life. As a 7-year-old and out on a walk with my brothers I happened to stand on some proper snow and immediately disappeared down a hole much to their delight.
To me snow is snow, its white, wet, cold and needs to fall elsewhere. So with the forecaster telling us we are due for snow what happens next can only be described as random behaviour of the most superb kind.
We now as a country have a of set of ‘snow rules’ the first rule,
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