I’m going to have a moan. A rant if you like. I’m always at my best being miserable.
One flake of snow and this country seems to grind to a standstill. Just a touch of dandruff down here, but still enough excuse fodder for the teachers to take the day off.
Thousands of businesses get affected as well, with meetings cancelled, and workers taking the “sensible” option and staying indoors.
What must some of our European cousins be making of it? And in America too, where blankets of snow for two or three months is commonplace. We’re a laughing stock.
The over-reacting tabloids don’t exactly help, encouraging our general state of helplessness and hysteria whenever we get some weather. In the summer, it’s “Phew, what a scorcher!” And in the winter it’s. “Frrrreezing Brrrrritain”.
Come on people, where’s all this famous British grit?
Not on the roads, you may reply.
Granted, but it’s not exactly ten foot snow drifts out there. Care, caution and commonsense will see us through.
But no, it’s running round like headless chickens in the best don’t panic Captain Mainwaring tradition.
In the UK, we all seem obsessed with the weather, but can’t deal with it. We poke that grizzly bear with a stick, and blub when it reacts.