I am feeling unreasonable animosity towards the herd of British people on Facebook who are insistently rubbing my face in the fact that there is ridiculous snow over there. Today Ryanair cancelled all flights into London, which is a bad precedent for little old me, flying tomorrow.
I have to be honest, being stuck here wouldn’t be terrible. Sure, I’d not enjoy not seeing my family after being away for three months, and it would be rubbish to not see The Boy, but I am lucky enough to have a lovely adoptive family here, who will do all they can to make me being unexpectedly stranded bearable. So to be honest I’m just preparing myself for that eventuality now.
Having said that, I have to take a second to remind everyone that I DON’T WANT TO KNOW ABOUT THE SNOW. In the nicest way possible.