Finally, my little corner of North East England has got some serious snow – enough to prompt my boss to call and tell me to work from home tomorrow. I had a feeling it would all melt overnight and leave me crestfallen in the morning, but it’s coming down with no sign of letting up.
I decided to bring the cars in off the road, with M’s going into the garage and mine sitting out of the way on the drive. It didn’t take long to become covered, either.
Dog loves it – he and I had a mad ten minutes in the garden playing fetch with snowballs, with him looking very confused when the seemingly disappeared into the ground.
Eventually we had to go and rescue my brother from the Asda store in town and we took the opportunity to do a bit of shopping as well. By this time the snow was several inches thick and traffic was moving at a crawl. On the way back we helped a woman driving a (front engined, rear wheel drive) sports car who was getting no grip at all on the icy hill. Good deed done, we continued our slippery journey home.
Another brief snowball fight, and we all retired inside with a nice warm drink.
Lovely jubbly.
Update:
Me and my big mouth – it stopped!