Stupidly cold here at the moment. We have Siberian winds and snow heralding our St David’s day and first day of spring with a wind chill factor of minus seven.
The hens’ water is freezing so my axe is coming in handy although once the water is frozen solid I’ll switch to plastic tubs as you can top them up throughout the day.
The entire infrastructure of the country has ground to a halt and the Welsh have come out in force to panic buy entire stocks of sliced white bread to live off. The shelves are bare in our local shops.
If you have a loaf of white bread, you will survive the storm, maybe the stuff mops up snow or something. It’s a very bizarre tradition but it keeps us Welsh secure knowing we have our trusty loaf by our side.
The roads are quiet and all the schools have shut early. We’re waiting for the worse of the weather to come in tonight.
Grab your loaf and stay warm.
It’s snowing not raining!
Everything has ground to a great big halt as there is no bread or milk left to panic buy.
No work, no school.
Nothing better to do than to make mega snowballs in the park all afternoon. (which is looking lovely with it’s blanket of white instead of it’s normal covering of mud and scrambler bikes).
“Its going to snow”, says the news reader on the telly.
Panic buy every last loaf of bread and pint of milk from the shops.
Rush home and clog up the roads before the snow comes.
Barge everyone out of the way, lock your doors, the snow is coming.
Buy enough food to outlive a nuclear winter.
Dress your children in five layers of clothes.
Dress your babies in suits that could float the Atlantic.