Late this afternoon it started snowing heavily. Great big, fat floaty flakes, doing crazy dances in the wind as they whirled around frantically, as if trying to escape the inevitable touchdown and oblivion as they melted into a watery slush.
My flatmates and I all bundled out and played Frisbee in the snow, and I tried to take a couple of pictures. The snow would grow in patches on our hats, noses, but not really our eyelashes. It began to settle a little, and I hoped it would last. But alas, it stopped and the cloud lifted and its all fading away. Such is life.
Well, it added a little flurry of excitement to a not terribly exciting day, mostly spent inside reading books for my essays. One of them is on wit in poetry, and the other is on the causes of the February Revolution in Russia. Oh, and I got 78% in my Journalism exam, which I’m pleased with. And now I’m off to the Welsh CU, which I’ve not been to for ages. Hwyl fawr am rwan!