It Had To Come Eventually. . .

We've had our first blast of winter snow and the morning commute was extremely slow.  These are the days when I'm glad to take the bus and have someone else do the driving.  I had my knitting with me (and I'm working on something really colourful - it's just a joy to look at) and my iPOD and there was no more appropiate music to listen to than Kate Bush's latest album, 50 Words For Snow.  I particularly like the title track which, not surprisingly, is more or less a list of 50 different words for the white stuff, set to music. But while Kate does the counting, Stephen Fry actually says the words in all his lovely British pluminess.  My word for snow (not part of the list) is simply: Yuck.