Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow
This weekend's adventure was to the Long Mynd in Shropshire. I picked up Max and stupidly handed over the driving to him. I soon came to regret this only 3 minutes into our journey, when he nearly careered into the back of another motor because he wasn't paying the slightest attention to the road ahead. Needless to say, his rubbish driving didn't improve as the journey went on. Our first stop was to Gregg's just outside of Leominster, as Max was hungry. Despite specifically requesting a non-vegan sausage roll, he bought me a vegan one anyway and tried to palm it off as meat (I think he was under the impression I'm as stupid as him. I'm not). I have to admit, the pretend sausage roll was actually not bad, although it was disappointingly cold and I would've preferred actual meat. Apparently vegans can't purchase meat because they will lose their souls to Satan himself. They are silly people. While munching our food stuffs on the road, and with Max d