Snow!

Grrrrr. Snow. Go away. Only seven inches or so has fallen here on the outskirts of London, but in the UK that means life STOPS. We just aren't equipped for it and it's beyond annoying.

I lived in Canada for a while, in a tiny town up in the Rockies which saw, on average, 30ft of snow each winter. You've literally never seen so much snow in your life. And guess what... NOTHING STOPS. Everyone still goes to work, shops still open, trains still run, people still drive properly, it's business as usual and life goes on. Even so much of a flake of snow hits a railway line here and there's delays and cancellations galore. International airports have closed. There's hardly anyone out on the streets. I walked my daughter in her buggy to the shop earlier (which took forever, I might add) and on my way back I passed the same poor little school girl at the bus stop waiting for a bus, who had been there since I walked past half an hour earlier. The bus she was waiting for is meant to run every 10 minutes.

The point of my rant is that I couldn't get to my therapy appointment yesterday. Well I could, but it would have taken military-precision organisation and I'm pretty sure my cortisol levels would have been too dangerous by the time I'd even got half way there. I spoke to my therapist in the morning - who was panicking herself as she lives down by the South Coast and was worried she wouldn't be able to get home due to the snow - and we decided that we'd resume as normal next week. I'm a little disappointed but if I'd have gone down there, I'd have been too stressed out by the journey to really focus properly.

I hope you're all enjoying the snow! I love it when it doesn't stop me doing what I need to be doing! When I lived in Canada, it never stopped me doing anything I needed to do.... hmmm, maybe I need to move back over there :)