Laura Walker (googlebrat) wrote,
Laura Walker
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Snowed in

Although, at a different house. Hugh came home, got his car stuck at my house, dug MY car out and drove it downhill backwards through snow VERY SLOWLY.

Hugh rocks \o/. And I packed clothes for a week so I'm good.

No uni until it clears a bit. (I could probably make it if I used public transport and didn't mind freezing cold walks through a foot of snow but this? THIS is why I did the running for perfect attendance until now)

And it's STILL snowing. At this point, it's starting to feel like the rice pudding poem, you know..


What is the matter with Mary Jane?
She's crying with all her might and main,
And she won't eat her dinner - rice pudding again -
What is the matter with Mary Jane?

What is the matter with Mary Jane?
I've promised her dolls and a daisy-chain,
And a book about animals - all in vain -
What is the matter with Mary Jane?

What is the matter with Mary Jane?
She's perfectly well, and she hasn't a pain;
But, look at her, now she's beginning again! -
What is the matter with Mary Jane?

What is the matter with Mary Jane?
I've promised her sweets and a ride in the train,
And I've begged her to stop for a bit and explain -
What is the matter with Mary Jane?

What is the matter with Mary Jane?
She's perfectly well and she hasn't a pain,
And it's lovely rice pudding for dinner again!
What is the matter with Mary Jane?



Oh look! Snow. Lovely. IT CAN STOP NOW.
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