Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaarrrgh! Was That A Snowflake?

Accompanied by Susan Boyle I drove through the snow of Cardiff, and it was just as well her calming voice was there for me.

I was in the mood to commit mass murder.

I wanted to kill all those dopey women in 4X4's that insisted on driving at a steady 5 miles per hour on relatively clear roads!

Why do the vehicles best equipped to cope with snow drive the slowest?

Because dopey men buy them for their dopey wives to do the school run, that's why!

When snow began to fall again, I was only half way home.  It was 9am and I'd been on the streets since 6.30am.  I needed some coffee!

I like to believe that I am an experienced driver very capable of driving safely in all conditions ... including snow!

Yes!  I have my own trumpet and I DO blow it!!!

When I set out for my first call, traffic was very, very light, giving me the impression that for most people staying in bed was the name of the game.  By 9am everyone and their grandma's were trying to cross Cardiff and traffic was crawling.

That's when I had my first urge to kill.

Thank you Susan Boyle!

I swallowed my anger at inabilities of others to cope with the snow and, as I listened to "I Had A Dream", began to realise just why the British are the laughing stock of  Europe!  We (the British in general ... not me) panic en masse at the first sight of a snowflake.

OK, so some areas ARE having a bad time weather-wise, but come on!  The snow around Cardiff isn't anywhere near what they have!

I would have loved to pepper this post with graphic expletives, but I'm too much of a nice guy for that!

I just wanted to moan a little!

And I've just had a cup of coffee!