Snow & the hardships of being British
As evidence of continued weather-based strangeness comes this photo:
Last week, conversation in our office turned to “Spring has Sprung” related topics as the weather warmed up. Four days later, and we have a full-on blizzard. No doubt all traffic and public transport has come to a screeching halt as is the tradition in the UK. The news will be full of stories of poor unfortunates who have been delayed from reaching their destinations “by several hours” as the media reach a code-red level of slow-news hysteria, again a traditional British pursuit. Small stranded motorway communities will find a means of surviving on sweets and snacks purchased / looted from a distant service station…
Meanwhile, my own personal crisis has occurred - I have been watching the blanket build up in our back garden all morning until it reached the point of perfect consistency - no grass showing through etc. Suddenly this was disturbed by an inconsiderate neighbour from the upstairs flat trampling across the communal lawn and ruining the symmetry. This has set back neighbourly diplomatic relations some years.
So the following questions require answers, and I am sure we will be looking to the BBC to provide them: Will we survive? How many homes will be destroyed? And will Tom Jackson from Redhill make it to the shops before sundown?
Feeding time: