An hour after I made this video, the snow has stopped. Oh snow Gods, why do you punish me thusly?

Until Anni rudely wakes me up via text at 6.30am to tell me to look out the window. Befuddled, I do – and see the glorious sight of snow falling down past my window into central Cardiff. Joy of joys – only tempered by the fact that since it’s bloody early, it’s still dark and the snow is illuminated by the orange street lights which makes it look, frankly, urine-stained.

By the time I actually emerge from my nice warm bed an hour ago, dawn has just broken through and Cardiff slowly awakes. The snow has stopped, but the sun is shining brightly and the snow has settled ever so briefly on the ground. Life looks beautiful in its stillness, and there are reports from Miss R of glorious snow in North Wales. So I ignore it all and go back to bed.

An hour later, Cardiff is back to its ugly fruitless ugly-chicken franticness, and all the snow has gone, melted away. So I go to work to await my notice of notice of redundancy (no, really! notice of notice. I ask you!)

Unlesss you happen to be me, living in Cardiff. Because yet again, the snow seems to be set to fall everywhere in Wales. Except Cardiff. It’s snow not fair.