Snow is freaking brilliant. Ok, so we don’t have much and it has half melted to re-freeze into a highly treacherous jagged ice covering across most of Manchester, but it is still brilliant. Overrated? Well, it is the redemption of an otherwise depressing grey miserable winter. Snow, alongside those bright blue frosty mornings that rarely happen in Manchester, put a smile on my face; all of a sudden the world is bright and fun again. At this point I would like to notify you all on recent victories leaving me and Rus as the undefeated snowball champions of Egerton Road. If I can’t find my boss today - that is why I am not at work - I hope to wander off into the Peaks with Paul for some winter tomfoolery.
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