I predict a couple of days of hard snow fall, then I predict a Riot 😆
Hate the stuff. God should have taken a long hard look at himself when he created it, then promptly handed himself 360 lashes with a birch.
Today most people just don’t plan for it, but then I don’t think BITD they planned for it either. Tales of Grandad & Grandma being holed up in some Northern Village in t’moors for months on end eating 14 baked beans per day and cuddling up under a patchwork crochet blanket whilst drinking each others spit, were just romantic tales metted out each time a light flurry came to stay.
Thankfully we’re all a bit grown up now and choose not to let it control our lives too much. I still marvel at the Doom and Gloom merchants predicting 42ft drifts in deepest Surrey and the sales of Audi Allroads and Evoques rocketing when in reality theres best part of half a days disruption, whilst little Henry plays in the garden making pretty shapes in the white stuff with a stick.
What I find fascinating about Snow fall in modern life is the stockpiling of food. Once many centuries ago stocking up meant something, today Tesco and Asda carparks are rammed full with 11.5 shopping trollies per human crammed to the hilt with bread and chips get dragged back to their Evoque’s, being parked in the disabled spaces, through a bit of slush dressed in Ugg Boots and hoodies is more typical.
At best the slush is annoying, at worst the trains stop for a day. But the overriding PITA about Snowfall and Winter in general is the cold. To many it’s a killer. The old and infirm who choose not to put the heating on because of the cost implications or some internal mental restriction or some crappy arse of a Landlord wont/hasn’t/can’t be bothered to get the boiler replaced to save £50, or genuinely the old can’t afford it. It’s an abomination in this day and age we let old folk die due to the cold.
God doesn’t seem to worry too much about that does he.
