This morning there was SNOW!!! all over the street and the cars. I took pictures and all.
And I went outside and there was SNOW!!! and it was SNOWING!!! On ME!!!
(If I ever get a car in the UK, I'll be buying it first thing in the morning in January to make sure it starts.)
Got to work and told cow-orker about seeing SNOW!!! for the first time at age thirty-six. He of course complained that there was bugger-all snow and this was hardly PROPER snow - really not enough to stick together a proper gravel-laden snowball or go tobogganing more than five inches. Bah. Whinging Poms. I'll stick 'em in a forty-degree Australian February and see if that helps 'em appreciate the wonders of nature. It was thirty-seven degrees in Melbourne yesterday.
(It's an Australian thing. See mircea on the subject too.)