So today is the 17th December which means Christmas is a little over a week away! Now I love christmas, it’s one of my favourite times of year but what I no longer like is…snow! This may seem a little strange to some of you but really snow in England is not a good thing, we just can’t cope with it. Everything just seems to grind to a halt. Still, I’m sort of hoping for a white christmas (I’ll be inside all warm and cozy). I guess it’s my inner child trying to get out. But a friend of mine send me an email a while ago which made me laugh because of how true it is and I thought I’d share it with all of you!
‘Our First Winter in Scotland’
It’s starting to snow. The first of the season and the first we’ve seen for years. The wife and I took out our hot toddies and sat on the porch watching the fluffy soft flakes drift gently down clinging to the trees and covering the ground. It’s so beautiful and peaceful.
We awoke to a lovely blanket of crystal white glistening snow covering as far as the eye could see. What a fantastic sight, every tree and bush covered with a beautiful white mantle. I shovelled snow for the first time ever and loved it. I did both our driveway and the pavement. Later that day a snowplough came along and accidentally covered up our driveway with compacted snow from the street. The driver smiled and waved. I waved back and shovelled it away again. The children next door built a snowman with coal for eyes and a carrot for a nose, and had a snowball fight, a couple just missed me and hit the car so I threw a couple back and joined in their fun.
It snowed an additional 5 inches last night and the temperature dropped to around minus 8 degrees. Several branches on our trees and bushes snapped due to the weight of the snow. I shovelled our driveway again. Shortly afterwards the snowplough came by and did his trick again. Much of the snow is now a brownish – grey.
Warmed up enough during the day to create some slush which soon became ice when the temperature dropped again. Bought snow tyres for both our cars £500. Fell on my arse in the driveway. £100 to a physio but nothing was broken.
Still cold. Sold the wife’s car and bought her a 4×4 to get her to work. She slid into a wall and did considerable damage to the right wing – £200. Had another 8 inches of white shite last night. Both vehicles are covered in salt and iced up slush – that bastard snowplough came by twice today. Where’s that bloody shovel.
More f*****g snow. Not a tree or bush on our property that hasn’t been damaged. Power was off most of the night. Tried to keep from freezing to death with candles and a paraffin heater which tipped over and nearly torched the house. I managed to put the flames out but suffered 2nd Degree burns on my hands. Lost all my eye brows and eyelashes. Car hit a f*****g deer on the way to casualty and was written off.
F*****g b*****d white shite just keeps on coming down. Have to put on every article of clothing just to go to the post box. The little c***s next door ambushed me with snowballs on the way back – I’ll shove that carrot so far up the little pricks arse it’ll take good surgeon 6 hours to find it. If I ever catch the arsehole that drives the snowplough I’ll chew open his chest and rip out his heart with my teeth. I think the b*****d hides around the corner and waits for me to finish shovelling and then he accelerates down the street like Michael ‘f*****g’ Schumacher and buries the f*****g driveway again.
16 more sodding inches of f*****g snow and f*****g ice and f*****g sleet and god knows what other white shite fell last night. I am in court in 3 months time for assaulting the snowplough driver with an ice – pick. Can’t move my f*****g toes. Haven’t seen the sun for 5 weeks. Minus 20 and more f*****g snow forecast
FUCK THIS – I’M MOVING BACK TO LONDON