Better Late Than Never?

So, we have snow at last.  It’s a bit late this year I think, given last winter the snow came before Christmas.  I think it did anyway.  My memory is a bit hazy.  Anyway, I can’t decide whether I’m glad it’s snowed or not.  I might be miserable and say I think I’d rather it not have come at last actually.  And not just because of last night’s little adventure.

We went round to my parents’ house after The Child’s friends birthday party.  It had started snowing by then, but none of us foresaw any disasters.  Anyway, while we were round there it started to really come down.  Again, not necessarily an issue.  We piled into the car to go home, after scraping the snow off the windows.  And then, when Dad was driving us down the hill (Everywhere’s at the top of a hill.  It’s a nightmare!) the scar slipped in the snow and crashed straight into a parked car.  I guess it’s possibly better to crash into a parked car than a moving one.  And we weren’t going fast so no one was hurt.  The Child was a bit shaken at first, but that’s understandable.  And to be fair to my dad, there wasn’t a lot he could have done to avoid the collision once the car started to skid.  The guy who’s car we’d bumped was pretty cool with the whole situation too, but while Dad’s car was rather damaged, his didn’t appear to be.  It looked like we’d hit the tow bar, so it looks like Dad’s car might be a bit of a write off.  Joy.  He’s just a wee bit stressed about it now.  But at least he was able to drive it back up the hill to his and Mum’s house again.

So, we now had no car to drive us home.  And staying overnight wasn’t really an option as we had nothing with us.  And so we walked home.  Through the snow.  It was freezing.  For a while I had no feeling in my fingers.  And the wind kept blowing snow into our eyes.  But it was rather beautiful actually.  And in a way I’m glad we walked.  We began to warm up once we got our pace up, and got out of the wind.  So it was a bit of an adventure.  And I think The Child rather enjoyed herself.  It’s something to look back on and laugh about in the future I think, once Dad’s got over the whole mashed up car thing.  I hope he doesn’t worry about it too much though.  He’s been way too stressed about things recently.  Oh well.

So yeah, snow can be pretty and fun at times, but on the whole it’s a total pain in the arse.  Better late than never?  Right now I don’t think so.  But I might change my mind later.