Bloody typical ain't it? Every year Scotland and the North of England get a small flurry of snow and they're off and whinging about how bloody cold it is, how they can't get to work or school, how they can't get down to the shops for their daily ration of deep fried mutton burgers.
Just because you have one week of cold weather, the odd -20 degrees, a few measly feet of snow, don't think you're the only ones suffering. My bloody milkman was late today. He didn't show up til 5.30am, he's usually here by 4.30am. The fact that I don't get up til 7am is neither here nor there.
We've had nearly 2cm here in Hertfordshire and we're not banging on. I manfully struggled the 20 miles to work this morning, took me nearly 30 minutes. And that included a stop at the petrol station for a wild bean coffee and smoked salmon and goat's cheese wholemeal bap.
So for goodness sake, northerners. Stop your bloody whining.