


So at first it was fun, decidedly so because it was my first winterwonderland experience. Until I realized I shared many similarities with this car: blanketed in snow with nowhere to go. The 15-minute walk from the busstop to my place seemed like an eternity, and the stupid bus was late for an hour before that. Leaving Heidi and I stranded at the busstop with no cover.

So lesson to be learnt, kids: Snow is only fun when you're indoors, sitting in front of a roaring heater, looking at the sheets of white blanket everything else outside your window.
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