Tuesday, 4 January 2011

I know this is all a bit redundant now because the snow is well and truly melted, but I think we've all come to realise by now that basically, how this blog works is that something happens and then about six years later I do a post about it. It's just how I roll.
I'm not sure what happened in the rest of the country, but in Liverpool, it snowed a bit and things were slightly difficult for a while, but then the snow melted and we all breathed a collective sigh of snowless relief and got on with our lives, and then suddenly, out of nowhere (well, not nowhere, it came from the sky. But what is the sky, really though?) the snow came back, bigger, angrier and even, somehow, whiter than before and ballsed everything right up.

This was when the snow got scary. Look at our car! It's literally drowning in snow... can you drown in snow?

This is Norma. (Look at her face! I did that) She was built by my Mum, Dad and me at about half ten at night because we're weird and were probably possibly drunk. Have you ever built a snowman? It's really difficult! The snow wouldn't clump together properly and it was really tiring. At one point I put too much pressure on her head, and part of it exploded. Snowwoman massacre. She was ok eventually. Bit skinny though.

The weird thing about Norma was that, once she was built, she spent the following days getting more and more horizontal. She was like a snowier, more terrifying version of the Leaning Tower of Pisa. Every day I'd get up and look out of the kitchen window and go "bloody hell, look at Norma now! She's practically doing a sideways limbo!" It was amazing though, because, no matter how horizontal she got, she managed to keep her head attached. It got to a point where she was less snowwoman, more snowbridge, but by God that head stayed on. I think that's probably all down to my excellent snowwoman building skills. It's all about the internal structure.

One night, about two weeks after her birth, it rained. When we came down the next morning, this was all that was left of Norma. I felt exactly like that little boy in The Snowman. Except I didn't get to fly anywhere. And, you know, I'm not a cartoon boy.

RIP Norma. I will always love you.


  1. Norma looked amazing, may she RIP. I know how hard snow person building can be, I once made a snow man (more of a snow child, cos it was up to my hip) it was so small because we wern't persistant enough and a tad lazy.
    x x

  2. I could totally imagine the 'bloody hell, look at norma now!' in your cute liverpool accent as heard via la youtube, and it made me giggle! :) Me and my boyf built a snowman too, and I do agree it is bloody hard work! we gave him apples for eyes and he looked a bit demonic. xx

  3. Awww RIP Norma, I always hate it when snowmen(women) melt, it just seems so sad.
    Just to let you know, I've given you a blog award here so check it out if you want :)


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