So, life in Britain at the moment seems to entirely be about snow.
The whole country, or collection of three countries, plus our friends in Northern Ireland for good measure, are completely and utterly trapped. By whiteness.
Nooooooooo, they don't lack soul--usually--but have been defeated by what my friend calls "fat water". There appear to be no plows in this country. Seriously, it is a lot of snow, but nothing crazy. A few 24-hour plows and uric acid would solve everything.
The local shops have run out of bread and milk--including the big ones. It's absolutely ridiculous.
The Forth Road Bridge was shut today, so that's interesting.
I had to dig out my car yesterday, with the help of Ed Forsyth.
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