Agggggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh... Bloody, ******** snow! Thought we'd get the jump on the snow and Christmas food shopping by going yesterday rather than today... Left at about 1.30, with a very fine 'dust' of snowfall... Got out onto the main road just as what can only be described as a blizzard blew up, dumping about an inch of snow in the space of no more than five or ten minutes... It was so cold, though, that it froze on impact, leaving the roads sheet-ice. Decided not to turn round and head home, as was low on petrol, but changed plans from driving to our usual supermarket to a nearer one. Meant I would have to pay 'cash' rather than spending the vouchers I'd saved for crimbo, but under the circs. that seemed small tatas. Cutting to the chase, we got home at 8.30 last night, the return journey - all of five miles or so - having taken well over four hours. Absolute gridlock, which even the emergency services trying to attend the multitude of collisions couldn't get through at various points. I was stuck for around two hours on the steepest, longest hill for miles around, having to hill start repeatedly and and/or sit on the handbreak, moving forward in inches every time the car in front did to prevent the three lanes of traffic either side of me (a junction where two filter lanes from the town centre meet two filter lanes from the motorway exit, merging withing the space of 100yds or so to one of the busiest single lane roads outside of central London)jumping the queue. The smell of burning rubber from my clutch was absolutely terrifying, and I know I've got a walloping bill to look forward to sometime between now and New Year (weather permitting, of course, 'cos i've still got to reach the garage). Hairy, scarey stuff...
And we STILL haven't got a tree. Old tatty looking one will get a repreive this year and go up later. And damn Hugh Fernley Whittigstall's eyes - there's not a bit of celariac to be found for miles around since he sung its praises on TV the other night. Why can't these TV chefs keep their gobs shut? What with gastro pubs reinventing the cheaper cuts of meat we used to buy and the likes of Huge making various veg and fruit nobody would touch a year ago fashionable my shopping bill is going through the roof, and I can't find the stuff I want anyway! Bah freeking humbug.
That said, I appreciate that burnt out clutch and all we're at least in a better position than some. As this mornings flurries have evolved into four or five inches of the stuff I can see how the next few days are gonna be nightmarish for many while we're just confined to barracks.
Very best - hope you all get to the shops and back safely.
Dreaming of a White Christmas? Am I ********!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
White christmas? B*****ks!
Agggggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh...
Bloody, ******** snow!
Thought we'd get the jump on the snow and Christmas food shopping by going yesterday rather than today...
Left at about 1.30, with a very fine 'dust' of snowfall... Got out onto the main road just as what can only be described as a blizzard blew up, dumping about an inch of snow in the space of no more than five or ten minutes... It was so cold, though, that it froze on impact, leaving the roads sheet-ice. Decided not to turn round and head home, as was low on petrol, but changed plans from driving to our usual supermarket to a nearer one. Meant I would have to pay 'cash' rather than spending the vouchers I'd saved for crimbo, but under the circs. that seemed small tatas. Cutting to the chase, we got home at 8.30 last night, the return journey - all of five miles or so - having taken well over four hours. Absolute gridlock, which even the emergency services trying to attend the multitude of collisions couldn't get through at various points. I was stuck for around two hours on the steepest, longest hill for miles around, having to hill start repeatedly and and/or sit on the handbreak, moving forward in inches every time the car in front did to prevent the three lanes of traffic either side of me (a junction where two filter lanes from the town centre meet two filter lanes from the motorway exit, merging withing the space of 100yds or so to one of the busiest single lane roads outside of central London)jumping the queue. The smell of burning rubber from my clutch was absolutely terrifying, and I know I've got a walloping bill to look forward to sometime between now and New Year (weather permitting, of course, 'cos i've still got to reach the garage). Hairy, scarey stuff...
And we STILL haven't got a tree. Old tatty looking one will get a repreive this year and go up later. And damn Hugh Fernley Whittigstall's eyes - there's not a bit of celariac to be found for miles around since he sung its praises on TV the other night. Why can't these TV chefs keep their gobs shut? What with gastro pubs reinventing the cheaper cuts of meat we used to buy and the likes of Huge making various veg and fruit nobody would touch a year ago fashionable my shopping bill is going through the roof, and I can't find the stuff I want anyway! Bah freeking humbug.
That said, I appreciate that burnt out clutch and all we're at least in a better position than some. As this mornings flurries have evolved into four or five inches of the stuff I can see how the next few days are gonna be nightmarish for many while we're just confined to barracks.
Very best - hope you all get to the shops and back safely.
Dreaming of a White Christmas? Am I ********!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Anyhoo... enough of me - let's get back to Santa:
:David