Last night another epic blizzard swirled around Leeds. In its wake, a mass of snow cloaked the streets once more and was quickly met with a mixture of groans and glee.
I, was not filled with glee, at all.
I usually love snow. Don't get me wrong it's stunning, romantic and incredible to ski on, but trudging through the mush and having fallen flat on my arse to the hoots of the drivers on the main road has dampened my love for it recently.
Nevertheless, on this sleepy Saturday the need to visit the estate agents beckoned down the road in Hyde Park- even though only a short walk, it's a journey that from your bed feels like the London Marathon.
My friend Jenny and I braved the weather to fill out our final forms so that our group could get our little pad for next year.
Now... We didn't walk all that long, dangerous trek down to Hyde Park for nothing and there just happened to conveniently by a cafe next door... How handy.