I’ve always hated snow, even when I was a child it was cold, wet and generally made me incredibly miserable. I find now, even as a maturing adult, that my loathing has not only ceased to subside, but it has grown.

I was supposed to tutor a pupil in Sunderland (so about half an hour on the bus, then about forty-five minutes on the Metro) and I’ve really enjoyed the sessions so far, and it’s been valuable in terms of money, which is just a constant issue for me. But the snow…the schools were all cancelled so I’ve been off all week and thus unable to earn money.

To say that I’ve been enraged is an understatement. My tutor periods finish in a couple of weeks, and now that I’ve gained a year’s worth of educational experience, I’ve decided to find some full time work to get money (with any luck I will have found out either way if I can start teacher training next September) but I hope that the snow goes away…forever.

It’s not fun, it’s the creation of Satan, and I wish I had a flamethrower with unlimited fuel so I could melt the whole lot, global warming be damned.