I hated snow when I lived in England. Before I left, I went through two Winters of it ruining my life. It came down heavily, I couldn’t afford a proper Winter coat but had to walk everywhere in it as taxi’s refused to drive and living in a house with no heating meant it was fucking freezing.

But now I’m away from it I get a bit dreamy eyed when I see all the beautiful pictures friends in England post. Their quaint English gardens blanketed in the white crystals, their cats, dogs, children playing in delight. Just as I was forming the thought ‘aw I miss snow’ it started furiously hailing on my balcony.

Hail: kind of like snow except it really hurts when it hits you in the face, it sometimes smashes windows and it’s gone in about 30 seconds.