I wanted to try this but herself doesn't trust me not to burn the house down.
We had about half an inch snow on Friday night. At around 07.30 hrs I could hear some of the neighbours out busy brushing it off the pavement along with the sound of tutting that several of us were clearly a bunch of lazy buggers enjoying Saturday morning inspecting the inside of the eyelids. Post inspection and a little later it had all melted and gone. I suppose it gives them some aerobic exercise, personally I prefer to use the brain cells and check expected weather patterns.
Lying in bed last night, approx 2330hrs. Wind howling and I hear a strange noise on the road outside.
'I wonder what that is. It's no noise I've ever heard before.'
Peek out the window.
'Ah yes, that'll be the content of my skip, insulation, wood and all, leaving said skip and being pushed by nature's force up the road. Fucksake.'
Sorry, I read that as 'Pulled one off'.Aye it's the same here, went into town a couple of days ago, on the way in saw vehicles that have come off the road and stuck by the side of the road.
One young lady stood by her car with no coat or hat on, I pulled her car back onto the road and got her on her way before she froze to death.
That Sir, is tempting fate for a GLORIOUS disaster.
All you need is Krampus and a few fleeing children in the photo and you'd have fine Christmas cards to send out.Had to go deliver some emergency rations to my old man today but couldn't get there without having to abandon the car and walk the last half mile. The ploughs and gritters can't get up and even the farmer was struggling.
Four to six foot snow drifts. Took this photo of his neighbours house.
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Well that's spoilt things. I always used to like the old murder mysteries where the cast were cut off from the rest of the world with no form of communication due to the snow taking down the phone lines. Sir Stanley has just been discovered very dead in his bathroom with a hot poker up his jacksie (cooled off at time of discovery) and wearing stockings and sussies. The best films were in black and white with subdued lighting. The protagonists would meet in the lounge around a roaring fire after a dinner prepared by a cook with a furrin accent. They would then eye each other suspiciously to see who was going to take the first sip of port....and survive. Somebody's Mrs turning up with a reindeer uber to take hubby home would have really screwed up the plot.Tan Hill has taken delivery of their reindeer. Now they've got an all-weather taxi service, lock-ins aren't compulsory.
Now here's a thing, what do you call a person that relies on a single source of power over which they have no control for heating, lighting and cooking?
An utter mongtard.
It 'aint difficult, you need to use 20th century technology, educate yourself, become self reliant as opposed to being a supplicant.
I've got two of them in my garage. Legacies from my childhood when frost formed on the inside of the bedroom windows.Several flakes of snow have arrived in Surrey apparently.
That guarantees a global warming story will headline BBC's 6 O 'Clock news......
' Snow carnage devastates commuter belt.....cannabalism imminent in Crawley......'will no-one think of the children?' pleads single mum.....'I blame Boris, grrr'
As in : ' Buy a fackin' Paraffin heater ya dope '
( Vintage Valor No 207 Blue Flame Paraffin Heater - greenhouse, garage, shed - https://tinyurl.com/34hj4aja )
I have 2 as well and still use them regularly in the winter. Put them next to tractors to warm them up before running them rather than heating the whole drive shed up, saves fuel and money.I've got two of them in my garage. Legacies from my childhood when frost formed on the inside of the bedroom windows.
Good points - you could cook on them, they were fitted with a device that snuffed the flame if you tipped them.
Bad point - you woke up with a stinking headache.