Should Have Stayed in Bed
There are days when you want to jump out of bed and eagerly dive into the task at hand. Sure they are few and far between, Christmas Morning comes to mind, but they are there nonetheless. There are other days, more frequent in number and going by the name Legion for they are both many and possessed by demons, when the best course of action is to stay in ones bed.
…completely loose our ability to drive once the snow arrives…
In Canada the only thing more sure than a snowy winter, is the fact that many of us completely loose our ability to drive once the snow arrives. In more politically incorrect times, the tendency would be to blame the immigrants. The “others” from foreign lands not familiar with the ways of our frosty traffic, with elderly Chinese women shouldering most of this misplaced burden of blame. I have to reject this explanation, because the sheer number of observed roadside absurdities during this recent spat of winter is quite arguably more than could be sustained by even the most liberal immigration policy. It has to be some kind of collective, frost induced, national amnesia affecting us all that prevents winter driving in excess of 10 Km per hour. Get over it people… we’re Canadians after all!
Needless to say, a journey that normally takes me forty minutes this morning took over two hours, and I’m a little bit grumpy.
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I’ll join that club, mate!
Loch Lomond is in the grip of a deep, snowy xxx. Driving through it is slow to say the least - 5mph stuff - safety is the key! :/
Glasgow however, is NOT in the grip of snow. Urban heat means it’s just raining hard in the big city. Except people are STILL insisting they should drive at said Loch Lomond speeds, just because they see other cars with snow on them!!
Gits.
It’s a curse.
Gits… good word for them.