Have you ever had those kind of dreams, where you wake up into another dream and then another and another? Well, yesterday, that's exactly how i felt, except it really wasn't a dream (although it sure felt like one). I was dreading school and feeling absobloominutely knackered after such a hectic weekend. First came the text messages, "eh got school ah?" and "all tube and bus not working wei". Then, came the highly anticipated email about cancelled lectures, followed by excited texts from my even MORE excited friends.
I walked outside and immediately smelled something different in the air. I didn't hear the sound of drilling from the water works outside my house, I didn't hear the sound of police cars speeding by. Usually I would put on my iPod to drown out the dreary sounds of London, but yesterday, that didn't seem necessary anymore. I wanted to listen to people who I'd normally roll my eyes at, like those stupid tourists who walk so damn slow during rush hour.
Businesses were predicted to lose about 2 billion pounds in total. Trains and planes, buses and tubes were all delayed. Schools were closed.
WHO. CARES.
I think we all needed a snow day. I didn't once think about the stupid credit crunch. I didn't think about homework. Why? Because it was okay not to do anything productive. It was okay to look silly and bring your skis to Hyde Park. It was okay to bring out the bob sleds, even though it was so cold your toes could fall off. It was okay to turn off your cell, so you could take your children out because you come home past their bedtime and leave for work before they're up for breakfast. No need for justification, no need to make excuses. It was okay.
Yesterday, Londoners put their feet up and went outside to play just like children do. Both young and old delighted in the splendour of this winter wonderland, making adult and child no different from one another.
I wouldn't ask for another snow day for the fear of losing memory of such a perfect day.
To the person God put in charge for the weather, thanks for the day off, whoever you are!
LEARN HOW TO MAKE A SNOWBALL HERE :)
Sorry I put your picture up, QT! SO CUTE! :)
I walked outside and immediately smelled something different in the air. I didn't hear the sound of drilling from the water works outside my house, I didn't hear the sound of police cars speeding by. Usually I would put on my iPod to drown out the dreary sounds of London, but yesterday, that didn't seem necessary anymore. I wanted to listen to people who I'd normally roll my eyes at, like those stupid tourists who walk so damn slow during rush hour.
Businesses were predicted to lose about 2 billion pounds in total. Trains and planes, buses and tubes were all delayed. Schools were closed.
WHO. CARES.
I think we all needed a snow day. I didn't once think about the stupid credit crunch. I didn't think about homework. Why? Because it was okay not to do anything productive. It was okay to look silly and bring your skis to Hyde Park. It was okay to bring out the bob sleds, even though it was so cold your toes could fall off. It was okay to turn off your cell, so you could take your children out because you come home past their bedtime and leave for work before they're up for breakfast. No need for justification, no need to make excuses. It was okay.
Yesterday, Londoners put their feet up and went outside to play just like children do. Both young and old delighted in the splendour of this winter wonderland, making adult and child no different from one another.
I wouldn't ask for another snow day for the fear of losing memory of such a perfect day.
To the person God put in charge for the weather, thanks for the day off, whoever you are!
LEARN HOW TO MAKE A SNOWBALL HERE :)
Sorry I put your picture up, QT! SO CUTE! :)
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