The whole of the South East of England has been covered in a deep blanket of snow. It looks gorgeous, but of course means that everything grinds to a standstill. The TV doesn't even work for chrissake (no satellite signal, that old chestnut, but that's normally fixable).
The only time I like snow is when it's on the side of a mountain so I'm resolved not to step foot outside the front door today, unless, of course, the recovery van comes to pick up the car and leave a replacement.
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