Snowflakes that stay on my nose and eyelashes...

...it turns out are NOT one of my favourite things. Especially not late at night when the bus has zoomed past me without stopping where it should and I've already walked for an hour and a half in the snow.

I started trying to remind myself what my actual favourite things were, assuming stupidly that Maria Von Trapp's advice was solid. But it just pissed me off.

Burrowing my hands further into my pockets and stomping crossly was the most useful tactic.

(To be fair, the snow really was lovely and I was very excited earlier in the day to see it coming down so heavily!)