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‘Twas a bitterly cold and stormy evening, and good grief was it unpleasant.
Snow and daffodils. Guess the weather is Scotland is still a bit confused as to what season it’s supposed to be right now.
Sunny, snowing, sunny, snowing, lather, rinse, repeat.
Glasgow, you crazy bastard.
It’s one of those days when you wake up, it’s snowing outside, the weatherman on TV keeps going in about it, and then you realize you’re in a city and it’ll soon turn to rain.
Aaaand it’s gone.
Snow! Everybody freak out!