So I should be in London now, checking into the hotel and preparing to go to the BBC for a show recording. Instead I am stuck in the house again as I can't get my car down the lane due to all the snow and ice. It was -10ºC last night and is still -5ºC now at 2 in the afternoon.
I'm pretty pissed off with the neighbours actually. The local Council thoughtfully provides two bins full of road salt at the top and bottom of the lane and these are meant to be used to grit the road so we can all get out. Unfortunately the morons round here, mostly new arrivals from big towns and cities, seem to think this salt is for their driveways. So now we have two inches of solid ice on the road and no salt left. I managed to eek out the last few shovels-full but only got 2/3 of the way to the main road. I did ring the Council and the nice lady there has put us on the list for refilling but I can't see that happening for a few days at least, so in the mean time I am stuck in the house counting the cost of empty hotel rooms.
What is more frustrating is the fact that the main roads at either end of the village are completely clear and the traffic on the motorway to London is almost non-existent so it would have been a lovely trip through the sunny, snowy countryside. All thwarted by 400m of frozen road.
Bloody weather.
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