Britain's Snowmageddon Day 4:

Whilst I was optimistically hopefully at work last night, in neighbouring town East Kilbride, that the snow had finally arrived here, witnessing a slightly heavy fall which lasted approximately an hour at 5am this morning, I have yet again awakened to a vast nothingness.

I am hearing all the time of further disruptions to traffic, flights being cancelled, schools closing, people abandoning their days to go sledging, and I can't help but laugh at the lack of winter weather here.

Looking out of my window I can see about five snowflakes every ten seconds, kind of like if a giant was passing by with dandruff or something, you know? A really pathetic amount... It makes it truly comical to think that maybe this is what the rest of Britain is experiencing too, and panicking over a few flakes?!

I understand however, that this is not the case, but still, my mind, it tends to work overtime.

The thought of the sheer chaos of snow brings to the fore front of my head this concept... I awake after my 3 or 4 hour sleep, look out of the window, and see absolute disruption on a grand scale. People laying injured on the ground from slipping in the snow and ice, overturned cars that have crashed, or skidded into something due to the treacherous conditions, lampposts standing thrawnly from smashes, snowmen with machine guns terrorising the city folk with their evil ways...! But it just isn't happening.

This will be the last I have to say on this subject, unless of course (he wills wholeheartedly) it does actually snow heavily, in which case I shall update on how many hills I've tabogganed down, and how many different snowmen or creatures I've made with the girls.

On that note, I think I shall walk to work tonight in the hope that my actions spur on the chaos. Stay safe folks!