It snowed heavily last night, and I take it as a sign of old age that I am not overjoyed. In fact, it's rather depressing. I need to get over to Crewe station to get my train ticket for London, but for the last two or three days that hasn't been possible due to the snow. Of course, there was a time when I thought snow was wonderful stuff - it meant days off school and snowball matches with my brothers. I remember trying to walk in it, half petrified of falling over, half eager to hit mark or Luke with a snowball. Indeed, Lyn has promised me a snowball match, and I'm more than willing to accept her challenge, yet I just whish some of it would clear so I can get to her. Until then, snow is just a damn nuisance.