Let it snow...

The snow has ground things to a halt in Mashbury. The normally bustling metropolis is quiet as a glutton's fruit bowl and quite frankly that's no bad thing. Today is a day of going slowly. It was meant to be a day of rehearsal but as neither of my fellow band members wanted to make the trip over in the potentially death trap conditions all is quiet in the Mashbury air.

So I sit here reflecting on life. And thinking that I aught to do something constructive with my day but currently I am content to work my way through season 4 of 24 and eat chocolate orange. In fact, pretty soon I might go and make some dinner downstairs, and then return to continue with my 24-a-thon.

After all, yesterday afternoon I spent 3 hours alone in the cold sitting in my car (which wouldn't start) waiting for an RAC man to come and sort out a new battery for me before I could drive home from Northamptonshire. It sucked and I'm kind of glad for the naturally-enforced day off. Now if only my friends could get here and we could have a snowball fight...