The End Of Snowvember

I'm still not feeling amazing. The 2nd of my 4 days off... no, wait, 3 DAYS off, has bought nothing but pure boredom. So much so that I agreed to work Thursday night, meaning I only have 3 days off now. But what's the point of having a day off if you can't do anything?

Even more so now because of the snow... Seriously, why everyone loves it so much is beyond me. When you go outside, you instantly become so frozen that you can hardly move, and if you do move you have to wear ice-skates in order to not fall over constantly. When you decide against walking, (or slipping), your way round to the shops, you climb in your car. Only to find you have to crawl at 2mph and when you press the brake pedals, nothing happens. Meaning certain death.

I am not a child anymore, meaning snow fights are completely pointless and only makes you even colder and wetter. Not that there is anyone to have a snow fight with. Having a snow fight with yourself sort of defeats the object... I could go and grab a snowball and bring it inside, chuck it at Father Mitten, and run off. But I'm not certain he'd appreciate that. And I would fall over anyway.

In short, snow completely ruins everything. I narrowly missed out on a couple of tickets to West Ham United tonight for the football, but I'm not too certain I'd have wanted to go anyway. Getting there would of been a nightmare, I would have frozen my arse off and for what? To watch a Man United second-string play in a nonsensical competition for kids. I'd rather stay in, being warm and lazy than be subjected to torture by cold!

Things aren't looking up I'm afraid. Everything just doesn't seem to want to get going, being frozen by the cold weather no doubt, and I feel like I am stuck at the moment. Not sure what to do with myself at the best of times and my life is split into 3 sections. Work, sleep and being bored. I enjoyed a nice pub lunch with Kettle and StarBuck, (not sure where that came from..), yesterday, putting rubbish to my thoughts that I am forgotten and had a good, but thought-provoking, catch-up with CW last night even if the discussion made me realise I am completely useless at the moment, when it comes to anything.

Even a slip into town, where I bought some new cricket gear, did little to brighten my mood. Why am I buying cricket gear in the middle of this cold winter you may ask? It's cheaper. And technically, I didn't buy them. Mother Mitten did as an early Crimbo present. New gloves, new Inner gloves, ("What do you need Inner Gloves for?") and a new helmet to go along with my new bat means I have pretty much a new look for the new cricket season, which I have to admit, I would like to come sooner rather than later.

The last cricket season was the only thing I have enjoyed these past couple of years. Just batting in the glorious warm weather, hearing the sound of the ball on the middle of your bat, (although some people would argue that they heard the ball hitting their stumps more...), and if not, then just relaxing in the Sun. Hitting a 100 aswell, I was thinking the other day, was just awesome. There's nothing better. Now? I have to endure the boredom whilst being cold or have to work whilst being even more cold. With only the football to look forward to every tiresome Sunday. I knew it was going to be a tough Winter...

And even my attempts at trying to build relationships are being largely ignored. I don't really wish to talk about it, not on here, but it would do me well to talk about it in private. if you fancy listening to me moan about it, feel free to ask!

But for now, I must, a) warm-up and b) find something to do.

Ciao x