Looking out of the window this morning, my son Rich who (by way of description) is an award-winning tattoo artist, said 'Oh my actual God mom, when is this snow ever going to leave us alone?'
Whichever way you cut it, it's a good question, and it prompted a massive discussion that we would probably never have had, had it not been for the snow. Forget the meaning of life though, we're much more high-brow than that. We're into interesting stuff: weird dreams: Rich's nightmare about an ex-girlfriend breaking into our house, finding her way to his room and strangling him to death; philosophical questions about Jeremy Kyle's messianic qualities, his estimated capacity to dish out DNA results and the media's obsession with 21st century freak shows. Surely there's only so much the British public can take; partner-tracking...yes, it is what you think it is, and life questions such as should Rich work in the USA or Europe...oh the choices, the choices! And all this because of the snow. Acts of God, mmmm sounds like a good title to me..!