Dear Snow...

I've seen you around a lot recently. I know, I know, I always look away as though I haven't seen you in my bid to deny your existence but you always manage to make yourself known by ruining my leather shoes.

It has been a long time since we have been on talking terms and I really do want to rectify this. So, dear snow, I am hoping we can come to some arrangement...

Y'see, here's the thing. You always seem to show your face when I have arrangements that may be hampered by your appearance (I won't mention my 18th birthday again. You know my feelings on that). Take this weekend, for example. The girls and I have a big night out planned. We rarely manage to get all of us together but this weekend everyone will finally be in one place at one time. But then Tomasz (Y'know the BBC weatherman? The one who got caught flicking the finger to one of the other presenters live on air?) told me that you were planning on turning up in  Northampton on Saturday as well.

Considering our nights out normally involve high heels, no coats and a plethora of vodka you can see how you might cause us a problem here.

So, here is my suggestion. I hear you are pretty keen to bestow upon us a white Christmas. I'm totally down with that. In my view you get a three day window - Christmas Eve, Christams Day and Boxing Day - when I acutually quite like you.  So how about you save it all up and do your worst then and skip this weekend? Give yourself a few days off and come back in full force next Friday instead. Whad'ya say? Yeah? Yeah? Yeah!

I await your response.

Lottie