It’s official. Last December was the coldest since records began. That explains why I’ve been eating for England, look like the Grim Reaper in Ugg boots and am still sharing my bed with a hot-water bottle (and, unfortunately, precious little else). Winter isn’t done with us yet, but we’ve already had more than our fair share of snow. Here are three things to bear in mind about the white stuff:
1. It’s beautiful to look at
2. It’s wonderful if you’re a toddler or a terrier
3. Treat it with caution if it’s yellow
Last winter’s avalanche of snow and ice resulted in our street becoming treacherous underfoot and virtually impassable. The council, in its infinite wisdom, deemed not to grit the street or those surrounding it, choosing only to treat the main highways. Once again I witnessed people (unsuccessfully) re-enacting Dancing On Ice on the rink outside my window, while two vans abandoned mid-pirouette in the middle of the road were the stars of a bizarre open-air ballet.
After almost a week of living in these picturesque but hazardous conditions, we residents had finally had enough. One bright sunny morning, people ventured outside, and like one big chain gang proceeded with grit, salt and shovels to clear the pavements of snow and ice.
Neighbours previously only on nodding terms began talking to each other and there was an air of community spirit and goodwill. Our Regency square looked like a snowy film set and at any moment I expected the men to puff our their chests and burst into a rendition of ‘Who will buy this wonderful morning?’ A few hours later. the street was passable once more and all was well with our world.
So this year, should you find yourself trapped inside because of the snow, and you fancy getting to know the neighbours, grab a shovel and some salt, and hit the road – it’s a great way to break the ice.