Picture my delight when opening the front door this morning at 5:30am GMT to find almost 5mm of snow had settled.... I immediately knew that the world would stop in the UK for we tend not to carry ski's and snow chains to deal with this (to quote local radio) "severe" weather.
As a hardy Brit however; I battled on through the mild slush toward London village in a bid to arrive at work and laugh at all those wimps that had returned to bed at the sight of a snow flake and cower under the covers.
30 miles later and 4 inches of snow deeper I too gave in to the harshness of the blizzard we were facing. Schools across the UK closed, all busses within London cancelled, trains to every major city delayed and service stations full of (women) drivers giving up the fantastic rally driving experience and calling roadside assistance to guide them home.
I am disappointed to report back to my comrades that i have failed to take advantage of the snow storm attacking our fronts. Maybe in true SAS style, i should have battled on in order to claim the now abandoned London village as SAS territory.
The only consolation is that once home, i donned my white t-shirt, socks and pants and waited under the bush with a bird nest hat on in order to attack the postman as he quietly made his morning delivery.
He screamed, i screamed..... Cover blown!!!! :roll: