A distressing semi-colon.

I guess I've always hoped that someone at some point in your life will tell you the secret of getting stuff into a simmering pan of water without taking flesh off your forearm. But that's life, isn't it - a searing row of disappointments. Just joking - I love cooking really. I used to lie awake at night worrying about whether anyone at school would ever teach me how to pay taxes or get gas delivered to your house through whatever complex and nefarious magical purposes they do that. But no - they just leave you to it.

We had snow yesterday - most inconvenient, but hardly a snowpocalypse. More of a distressing semi-colon in the sentence of my week. It started falling, as weather is wont to do, but I put it down to youthful hi-jinks, I never thought it would settle down. Suddenly there's two inches on the ground and my shoes are wet, I'm walking to my lecture and cars are slipping about all over the place, like equatorial entrants in the figure skating. I never got what was so great about Cool Runnings - they didn't win.

The worst part of the snow was the recriminations - I had it on good authority (the local BBC website) that the buses in Coventry had been cancelled because of the minor inclemency and mum was on her way back from a wee jaunt to London. As she walked into town from the train station to get some money from a cashpoint the bus she wanted sailed by. Well, how was I to know? Cold just isn't my thing.