Well, it came.
That white stuff I mean. And if you’ve been reading any of my pages or posts you will know that I hate it.
All right. I know, I am totally pathetic about snow.
I hate the cold of it, the wetness, the shivery icy blast every time the door opens and most of all I am frightened of it.
Yes, that’s right: I’m frightened. I’m scared in the car because Britain is so bad at making the roads safe. And people drive too fast or use their brakes right in front of you so you’re forced to use yours and go skidding about all over the road. And I’m frightened to walk on the paths because they are even more lethal. Nobody in Britain thinks to grit or sand those. Pathetic amounts of grit get sprayed on the roads here, but pedestrians can take their chances.
Snowploughs – what about snowploughs I hear you ask. Well – the truth is we don’t get very much snow. About an inch at a time in most places. And snowploughs don’t deal with that sort of snow. And when we get a bucket full and it lays four feet thick, there are about seven snowploughs for the entire country. Which doesn’t help much. And about half a per cent of us have snow tyres or chains or anything like that, because we simply don’t get it often enough. So we are totally useless in the snow. And in the ice. This country grinds to a halt and I think I might stay in bed until it’s gone!
And we were away when it came. We had popped down to Kent for a few days and I was minus my Wifi, hence no posts for a couple of days, for which I apologise. I even missed posting for the Insecure Writers (first Wednesday of each month) because we were late back due to the snow. How much snow? About one and a half inches. It all fell in half and hour and then spent the rest of yesterday being a nuisance!
It was there long enough to take a photo this morning and now it has all gone again.
Now we are rushing about to get ready because we have visitors arriving tomorrow. Assuming there is no more of the dreadful white stuff to stop them from coming!