Staring out of the staff room window I'm struck by the magical transformation effected by the snow we've had today. The pavement oysters and fag packets and pre-owned chicken Chow Meins of the townsfolk are hidden beneath a fluffy dove grey blanket. Yet again I'm struck by winter's potential to reveal the potential beauty of the place.
A thirty-foot glacier should do the trick.
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!!!! Just spat out my tea. Its all over keyboard and desk.
Oh dear, will have to read that again. Great stuff.
Maybe if the glacier is large enough it'll slowly grind it's way out to sea leaving Helminthdale looking like a rather picturesque Norwegian fjord.
Even Sheffield looked quite romantic yesterday, in the snow. And it's not often you'd hear that said about anywhere in South Yorkshire, let alone Sheffield.
Even a 30-foot drift will soon be dotted with cigarette butts.
Ugh.
Moo!
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