From cjnwriter: Dec 17: Snow!
I dislike snow. Britain gets far too much of it. By the time December has arrived the snow clouds are already moving in and they oft stay even when Spring has supposedly arrived.
Watson enjoys looking at it. He claims that it is beautiful. When topping a distant mountain or setting a scene on a Christmas card, I agree that it is. When it is interfering with my cases it is a damned nuisance!
Three times this week, I have had to exit the house by window because the snow had drifted into such a high pile in front of our door and then I had to enlist my Irregulars in assisting me to clear the front door. Once was quite enough for my taste; I do not enjoy taking exercise without good reason. Though I must admit that the cold and exertion did sharpen my appetite and cause me to better appreciate my breakfast.
Next Wintertime, Watson and I shall holiday somewhere warm. I care not where; anywhere away from these intolerable snow clouds would be quite heavenly.