Frosty just won't die.

I wrote this yesterday. DON'T JUDGE ME.

It's 7:52, a Saturday and I'm awake. Bummer.

SPEAKING OF INJUSTICES (ooh, see what I did there?). Vicky posted about her snowy adversity on Thursday, so I think she'll be happy to know that my road (and the rest of Yorkshire, I believe) has also been violated by little white fluffs of DOOM. A whole INCH of the stuff was thoughtlessly left on our roads and lawns last night by a mysterious usurper. I'm looking at you Paul the Weatherman.

Twitter was in uproar; #uksnow has been trending for days now. Facebook was in shock; I counted 12 statuses/stati concerning snow. Admittedly half of these were people complaining at the increasing number of snow comments. Ironic fools. My mum trudged downstairs looking glum. Vicky is probably stranded in York. No one is on skype or msn (they've probably all died of snow related injuries/frozen to death). I can't watch "Saturday Kitchen Live" because "No Satellite Signal is being received". Little old ladies are crawling down my road at an indolent pace. My neighbour is even having his wooden floors sanded!

That last one had nothing to do with the snow, it's just a really irritating noise.

I don't hate snow. It's perfectly fine when I'm separated by a good, double-glazed window or 5 layers of fleecy clothing. Or when I have nothing better to do than just stand in it and smile at the little frost covered berries or admire the Christmas card worthy trees in my garden. But when you have to battle through a blizzard to appease your car driving teachers, only to be told that there was no point in your coming in the first place, well that kind of sets you up for a bad day. And when you have to sit in a finger numbingly cold classroom, while your teacher (Mrs Johnson) refuses to let you close the windows just so she can have her own way, that's a tiny bit annoying. Especially when your socks are still soggy from that blizzard we discussed earlier.

I don't have amazing balance at the best of times and ice really isn't Jasmine friendly. So we shall compromise.  The snow is allowed to stay for the weekend, then it must be banished from pavements and hills. Deal? Deal.

Jasm (yeah, that's what I'm called now).