Yesterday snow fell in England, enough to make an ankle-sized snowman but not enough to fully enjoy it.
Admittedly, I am not the biggest fan of snow – mainly because it’s a nuisance and I cannot copy my cats and just stay indoors in the warm, only going outside when and if I choose. I was once hit with a snowball that was more rock than snow. I blamed the snow as I never got my hands on the individual. My thirteen-year-old pride was so bruised that I’m still not over it. Another reason for my slight hate of snow are children. Children become slightly evil and completely terrifying when they realise they can use snow as a weapon.
Oh and my sense of balance is zero – what comes with snow is ice. I hate that snow is so insecure that he has to bring ice along wherever he goes. Ice ruins everything. Apart from drinks in the summer-time, then it’s okay.
My old car coped surprisingly well which is more than I can say for the town which I live in. The council were forced to apologise due to the dangerous roads and crazy amounts of traffic that ensued. My mum took two hours on the bus and never actually arrived at her destination by bus. She wasn’t eaten. She just decided to walk. I actually arrived in town before her to go to classes. It would have been funny had it not been so damn annoying.
The excuse was that the council were caught by surprise, although if they’d just turned on the BBC news and waited for the weather report they would have heard about the snow forecasts. Those freaky presenters were talking about chances of snow for about a week. Maybe they don’t own a television – who am I to judge my local authority?
The snow should not cause as many problems as it did. It should not have been that big of a deal. After all, England has experienced plenty of snowfall and much heavier than this, in the past. The problems on the road were bad but they were nothing compared to how it was described by locals on social media. At first I thought the mayans had got the end of the world wrong and Armageddon was actually upon us. Then I looked outside and was slightly frustrated and a little concerned. That was the extent of my initial reaction. I got a little more annoyed when I was stuck in traffic but not enough to feel like I could warm the car with my anger.
If it snows, it is to be expected than even with gritted roads, congestion will increase. England is a country that is not fully prepared for extreme weather. I think, and don’t hold me to this, that the reasoning behind this is that it isn’t financially viable to be so fully equipped when it doesn’t happen often enough. We can hardly compare our snowfall to Canada’s and so we shouldn’t really feel the need to compare how both countries handle it. If Canada wasn’t prepared for snow, then it would probably end up being an inhabited place. Or a great skiing resort – I can’t decide which.
The council should have been more prepared, drivers should be more careful and people should stop for a minute, look at how pretty it is and then moan. That second of appreciation will enable the moaning to be a little more subdued and less dramatic I think. It’s no big deal, and before you know it, summer will be here and you’ll be complaining about how hot it is. Not me though, I’ll be wishing on stars that the snow never comes back.