I’ve had enough of the snow. Really, I have.
England hasn’t seen this much snow in decades. I’m from Ohio where it seems to snow more than it doesn’t, but in Ohio we have ploughs and lots of salt and life usually carries on pretty much the same during a blizzard as it does during the summer. For the most part, anyway.
Salt supplies in England are dwindling and there isn’t much ploughing going on. And no one clears the paths for pedestrians, so all the snow has been smoothed down to sheets of ice.
I now live at the end of a dead-end street, and to get out, we must drive uphill. So when all this snow came, we got stuck, and so did our house guests who arrived last Sunday. My husband and his cousin (our guest) spent 2 days digging themselves out, and even a few of the neighbours came out to help.
(Speaking of neighbours, I have reason to believe the baddy across the road has been evicted. One can only hope.)
And as I was walking past the other day, I could hear water rushing inside the house. Burst pipes. Oh, dear. (We informed the next-door neighbours who were away at the time)
AND, a few days ago I looked outside my bedroom window and could see a car on a street nearby engulfed in flames.
That’s the second time I’ve had to ring emergency services in the past 3 months.
Anyway, in the end, I had to drive while 3 men pushed the cars up the hill, but we got them out. We’re now parked on a street nearby so we don’t get snowed in again.
Esa has loved the snow, of course, and has been out in it nearly every day, digging and building snowpeople.
Needless to say, since our guests were with us for nearly a week, we did not get back to lessons last week as planned; we had an extended holiday, but we’re back to our regular schedule, with a few things added in.
We’re supposed to get more snow over the next few days. Shovels at the ready…