For the love of God, there are feckin' snow drifts in sub Tropical Tipperary. What's happening, at all? I've been snowed in for two days, an event that hasn't happened since 1978, and back then I lived on the northern slopes of the Comeragh Mountains. So I did. We're down to the last sliced pan and there's only 6 litres of milk in the fridge. We may have to eat one of the grandkids if this keeps up.
It's started! Reports that a JCB was used in lieu of the front door.