They had promised us eight inches, so I was a bit disappointed. Anyhow, that’s a view of Chelmsford this afternoon. In the end we got about two inches and a short powercut, so I don’t think we missed out entirely.
Elsewhere, though, it was much more impressive. The A12 was blocked, people were sleeping in cars and there was the inevitable ‘where are the gritters / what is this country coming to’ phone in on the radio.
This is the second decent batch of snow we’ve had this year – the last was in February, which led to a spell of working from home and spooking the chickens, who hadn’t seen it before. This time around there was no working from home as we’re both on Christmas holiday, with two weeks of mince pies, mulled wine and cake ahead.
Yum.
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I was working in Basildon and did rather think your efforts were lacklustre so far as the snow was concerned. However, your neighbourhood does some pretty mean traffic jams. Unrivalled!
Aah – that’s about 15 miles south of us, but I guess it’s our neck of the woods, technically. The jams can be pretty bad, can’t they.