Normally I like snow although the cold does play havoc with my arthritis. Generally though I like to see a couple of inches of the white stuff on the floor (stop sniggering at the back, I’m still talking about snow).
However, today is taking the piss. We’ve had a couple of inches of snow but the council didn’t grit or plough the roads. The result? Mayhem. It was taking people an hour to get out of the commercial park I work on. It’s about 300 yards. Getting off the estate wasn’t the problem (apart from the people driving sports cars and real-wheel-drive BMW’s but they deserve it for being poncy) but once you got off the estate the whole town was at a standstill. The police were directing traffic at one point so the estate wasn’t blocked in.
Anyway, I was at work at 8am today and I left at 6pm. There was no point sitting in traffic for an hour or more – I didn’t have enough petrol to anyway! It took 45 minutes to drive home, 25 of which was getting off the damn car park and onto the road. We saw one snow plough smoothing the snow off the ice underneath – it wasn’t even gritting – and that was it on a 45 minute journey.