Under normal circumstances, I love snow. You can make things out of it and even bombard annoying kids from across the roads without slapping yourself with some sort of ASBO. Today, however, it falls to my dismay as it means we cannot attend the panto in Brum.'Oh yes you can!' I hear you cry, and I plead you to stop trying to be funny, it comes across as a 'Dad' joke, which, in my household, is not exactly comedic genius. I was looking forward to our family trip, but frozen roads means 'DANGER DO NOT USE!!!' according to my families 'safe driving' rules.
To my further annoyance, the theatre will not refund or exchange our tickets and, so, we will not be going to a panto this year, which we do every year. I was hoping this trip would get me in a more christmassy mood, as I haven't felt it especially yet. I suppose The Grinch and more christmas songs are my best efforts left towards that wonderful, warm, sugar-plum feeling that I miss so terribly.
I think I am to challenge my brother to a battle royale with the cold weapon from the sky. Wish my luck, I salute you.
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