Just a couple of days since I posted about the snow and ice that hit the UK, and it is still making the headlines. Combined with the arrival of a storm from the west, most of the country is still in the grip of failure to cope. Rare ‘Red’ warnings have been issued, and we are still being told to stay at home. Charities are supplying accommodation and food to the homeless, churches are open, and everyone is being urged to look out for elderly neighbours who can’t get out.
(Hang on… I’m an elderly neighbour, so why hasn’t anyone looked out for me?)
The road outside our house is still frozen solid, and the local news is showing cars stuck in snowdrifts, or reporting how the train companies are cancelling all but inter-city mainline services. The rubbish collections have been cancelled, but there are no suggestions about how we should cope with all the extra garbage. At least our hardy postman made it through with the mail. I did feel sorry for him though, when it turned out to be two circulars that went straight into the bin.
We didn’t have anymore snow last night, but the snow that had already fallen is still here, now freezing hard. The supplies are getting low, but thankfully not critical, so I am not yet desperate enough to risk crashing my car to get to the shops. The heating is still working, so we are warm inside at least. The weather girl told us last night that temperatures should reach above freezing by Tuesday or Wednesday, once this icy wind leaves us. That seems a long way off.
At least we can joke about our inability to cope. We have always been good at self-mockery here.