It keeps snowing.

I hate snow. It’s slippery, cold, white muck. It makes my life difficult. It makes the roads tricky, it increases the traffic, it means my bin doesn’t get emptied for 4 weeks. It’s rubbish. People tell me how amazing it looks, and how kids love it, but these people usually don’t have to go to work, or go out, or do anything of importance. So they’re wrong.

When I win the lottery, I’m moving somewhere without snow. Like Spain. Or Morocco. Or The Moon. Anywhere that doesn’t have this white, fluffy, hell-from-the-sky annoying me and causing me unnecessary inconvenience, in fact. Then I can be annoyed by something else, like the Sun, for example.