It snowed heavily yesterday. During the heaviest part of the snowstorm, I had to cycle to King's Manor. When I closed my mouth, I breathed snow. When I opened my mouth, I ate snow. By the time I arrived at the city, I looked like a snow man and had to do a shake dance to get the snow off me.

Then, at night, the snow stopped. I went for caving training at the sports centre. When it was time to walk back, the temperature was around Siberian degrees celsius and all the melted ice had frozen. The grassy fields were plains of crunchy frozen plants. It was so foggy that every time I exhaled, I blew myself a personal cloud.

Luckily, when I reached my flat at 10.30pm, I was able to go to the fridge and get out the ingredients I had diligently prepared earlier and make a pizza! Completely homemade, including the crust. Yummy!!!

And thus I was saved from misery.