We’re now on day #7 of this winter’s first snowpocalypse and, frankly, it can just bugger off. It has snowed every day since Friday 26th November, and there’s been at least 3″ on the ground ever since, and quite a lot more at the moment. I battled over to Newland Ave yesterday, and it was nearly up to the top of my wellies in places.
We’re lucky – we don’t have to commute; we have a freezer full of food, a pantry full of pulses, and a fridge full of fresh veg (we went out on Saturday and stocked up on the veg). I picked up more milk yesterday, although most of the shops had shut, and supplies in Jacksons Sainsburys were getting low. I’ve no idea if the car will ever start again – it’s buried. The cats are going stir crazy, the gas bill is going to be terrifying, and the roofer can’t fix the hole in the roof.
And for the next few days, they’re forcasting a big freeze – anything up to -6˚ even here on the coast. Enough, already!
The bike tent has collapsed too, under the weight of snow.