It's bloody cold. The temperature in Petersburg has plummeted over the last week to -8C. Eew. And it's set to get much colder. There is solace though – SNOOOOOOW! In a couple of days of heavy snow there's already enough on the ground to make walking in heels a disastrous idea. And yet the Russian female contingent still seem to manage in stilettos?! I'm barely coping in my new boots that could be mistaken for rogue sheep. Cruisin' is becoming ever more difficult in these conditions - although maybe that's because I'm British. The Russians just seem to get on with snowy life here. If this much snow fell in England overnight the whole country would descend into much angry letter writing to various scapegoats (“Dear weather, you've ruined my shrubberies”). Either way, this dratted weather means I'm going to have to walk around looking like a hippo in a duvet until we go back to England. Goodbyyyye fashion! Petersburg is really pretty in the snow though, regardless of the perils of the frozen tundra that is our courtyard. And there's so much more to come! The road outside Benedict School is going to turn into a war-torn snowball combat zone.
The Russians are still raving about how warm it is for this time of year. Here is a picture of how I imagine the situation will be in a couple of weeks:
This weekend looks set to be a busy one – Chloe and Halvor are soon to be leaving us and thus much merriment shall be made (because we're sad they're leaving, not because, thank God, they've finally left). And how can I resist a Russian reggae night in an underground bunker?
We braved the icy wilderness to go to see Harry Potter this week – pretty standard wizardry and hilarious dance scenes, although this time the film did stick to the book a lot more (fnar fnar, geek). The Russian dubbing did add hilarity to the experience – Ron just sounded plain silly saying круто. On the way out we realised that Dobby was sitting behind us the whole time! It could've been a short ugly woman but in my mind it was definitely an elf. I was starstruck.
Only four weeks until home now! I'm in two minds over going back – I love Petersburg but it'll be nice to not have to fear rabid dogs/falling icicles/drunkards for a while. Also I'm going to consume an inhuman amount of cheese when I get back so watch out next semester, heffer AHOY! And any Sheffielders better lock up their daughters – I will most definitely be hitting Corp over the hols.
Potentially, hopefully, maaaybe going to see Hot Chip in two weeks. There's a digital art festival called Yota Space and they are headlining at the launch event. Oooooh it'd be a reyt do. Decisions, decisions, can I justify 1000 roubles on Hot Chip instead of food? If only Hot Chip came with a side order of their namesake...
Brrr, just writing about the cold has made me chilly. TEA PLEASE!
P.S. I WENT TO THE HERMITAGE! I realise now that this is probably the sort of thing real people write blogs about...hmm.
Ending on a warm note:
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