It’s snowing. In winter. In the UK.
I know, I can hardly get over the shock.
Apart from the frankly tedious wall to wall news coverage and an unexpectedly free weekend the weather has had a minimal impact on me so far. I work from home so no problems getting to my desk in the morning. Our heating broke but a nice man from GasCo came and fixed it. My train was busy on the way to Glasgow on Tuesday and the one I was hoping to get home again was cancelled but the next one was along soon after.
What the snow seems to have really exposed is our inability to cope with anything out of the ordinary.
There is no such thing as bad weather, only inappropriate clothing. Amundsen
Are we seriously suggesting that we can’t cope? How on earth did we survive for thousands of years without gritters? Buy some boots, gloves, a hat and a warm jacket and walk to the shops/church/work. Or stay in. Use the phone, Skype, email instead of going to a meeting.
Go out to play. Make a snowman. But no snowballs. They are dangerous. My kids aren’t allowed out at breaktime at their open school because the snow is slippy. And cold.
Is it my imagination or in days gone by were teachers asked to report to their nearest school if they couldn’t get to their own? I only remember schools being closed when the boilers burst, never because teachers couldn’t get to work. Apparently it is too dangerous for kids to walk to school in this weather… but not too dangerous to walk to a big hill and slide down it on a bit of plastic.
I loved seeing the open schools on TV last night where teachers had the kids outside building snowmen and igloos.
I’m fed up hearing people complain that no-one has cleared their road. Get a shovel and get on with it!
Have we become so used to doing what we want whenever we want that even a few days of inconvenience brings us to a complete halt? Are we so reliant on others that we can’t take any kind of responsibility for looking after ourselves and our neighbours? Does the world really end with a foot of snow?