Snow Joke

The good old British winter is almost upon us. It’s still Autumn officially, but the overnight snow flurries, and subsequent sudden drop in temperature has brought a winter snap that has crippled the region.

First, the kids’ school announced their closure - much to the nippers’ delight. I had a job scheduled for 10am which required me to pick up keys at an agents location up in the Boondocks, and even equipped with my all-wheel drive car in snow-mode, my journey was brought to an abrupt halt by a bunch of crashed cars on a local icy bank. Pretty much nobody apart from farmers are ready for winter driving, and the number of pensioners in tiny cars getting stuck on inclines grows every year. The A1 trunk route was shut by police on a 12 mile stretch because of crashes and breakdown incidents, and my only other route out of my village was closed due to a broken-down lorry on another steep bank. Idiots.

I’ve got another job nearby at 2pm, so we’ll see how that goes. In the meantime, I’m going to have a hot coffee, and keep warm before heading out into the Arctic wilderness - just call me Geordie of the Antarctic.

Addition - I parked my car in a visitors space next to the property which was situated on a slope at one of the the highest points in Alnwick. As I got out to open the boot, the vehicle began sliding downhill on the ice under it’s own weight. I had to jump back in, turn it on, and do a semi-controlled slide down to the nearest dry section - a bit of pavement. Jeez.