Snowmageddon 2: Revenge of the Beast

img_6568

As I write this, it is 5.59pm on Sunday, March 18th, and it’s snowing again. The picture above is what I woke up to on Sunday morning. Once again, pretty, but once again, can we just not have this weather anymore? It’s meant to be spring.

The first Snowmageddon was inconvenient because it hit during the week, but it departed over the weekend so come the Monday, we could get to where we needed to be. This one, which is admittedly just a mini Snowmageddon, has hit on a weekend (thanks for ruining my brunch plans on Saturday, weather) and it shows no sign of bogging off for the start of the working week.

I’m not sure if I’m more mad because we just de-snowed the cars and they’re both dusted by snow again or because I have a blood test tomorrow and I’m going to have to traipse across to the other side of town in what’s left of this snow and of course the inevitable ice. Possibly both, but right now, the prospect of trudging to the doctor doesn’t fill me with joy. And then I have to trudge back, but you can bet that I’m going to stop at Starbucks on the way home and treat myself to a little something.

It’s just so bizarre that I’ve been sitting reading spring fashion magazines all day and it’s snowing outside. The magazines are filled with the usual pretty florals and floaty dresses for the new season, and I’ve spent today in my warmest indoor trousers and a knitted dress. The big fat North Face coat came out to de-snow the cars so no, it’s not spring right now.

Unlike the last Snowmageddon, there’s been less panic over this one. There was plenty of bread and milk on the shelves of the local supermarket, although the roads are still pretty hideous from what the news is saying.

I just looked up and out the window to see what was going on, by the way, and a small tornado of snow whipped past me. It’s snowing sideways, people. It’s snowing sideways.

Today’s post was going to be a mid-month check-in of how I’m doing with the budget products I’m testing (so far, not bad, apart from the stippling brush) but the snow meant I needed to put fingers to keyboard and get it out of my system.

I am, as I was last Snowmageddon, preparing to share my workspace with Mum, because if they open her school (she’s a teacher) in this weather they are category 1 nuts. The school is in a really rural part of the county, and up a hill that’s even steeper than the one we live at the bottom of, so when it snows it’s pretty hazardous – I’ve gone bum over eyebrows down it before on a patch of ice. I’ll be up early to help her de-snow her car if they don’t close the school, and there’s something to be said for having a 4×4, even if it is a soft-roader and not a ‘proper’ 4×4. Some of the soft-roaders are actually quite good (this is our third such car) and it’s probably the best one we’ve had in terms of performance in poor weather.

The snow is now falling straight down, so I guess the wind has let up. Good, that’s something at least.

If you are affected by the snow, please stay safe, and be sensible if you do go out. And please, join me in hoping beyond all hope that by the time this post goes up, the snow is gone and we don’t have to deal with this anymore. I’m so done with snow this year!

2 Comments

  1. Generally I’m a fan of the fluffy stuff, but the problem with snow in the UK is that it melts and refreezes and then you just have ice. After slipping over on a patch of it yesterday, I’m less enthusiastic about that! Still, there’s something satisfying about walking through fresh snow! Having said that, I do feel sorry for anyone who had to commute today.

    Liked by 1 person

Leave a Reply

Please log in using one of these methods to post your comment:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

w

Connecting to %s