Wednesday, January 06, 2010
Thank Darwin for my Combi Boiler
I could say that I enjoyed five inches last night. I could say that it's deep and firm and a pain in the arse. I could say it's snow joke. But I won't. Yet again, the world has come to a complete standstill because up here in the Chiltern Hills, Ymir and his lads have been at it again. And it's still falling quite heavily so only the Frost Giants knows how much we'll get in the end. Some doomsayers are predicting 12-18 inches. Oo-er missus. Nope. It's no good. I'm too hacked off for snow puns.
As pretty as it looks - and these are two views of my garden this morning and three photos of the street where I live - the snow means several more days of chaos and panic by people who (a) don't stay at home and (b) do stay at home but think we're entering a nuclear winter and have bought six months worth of supplies.
On a positive note, it's really quiet outside. I can't hear any traffic noise as all of the surrounding roads are impassable except to some 4x4s maybe. I can hear birdsong. better go feed the little buggers. It's even tougher on them.
And they don't have combi boilers and 4x4s.