Snowing

And the bus doesn't turn up.

I am late for a meeting with my financial adviser because the buses go slow due to ice crystals!

Then when it comes it goes a really weird way to the city!

Then when I get to the bank it's lunchtime and there's a queue.

And it's snowing.

Big wet English snow flakes.

Not those cute sparkly Scandinavian jobs.

These ones melt and run down your neck in a horrible way

Then a 3 mile walk home.

Wet trousers.