Leighton Buzzard, 4.30 pm. Still a sunny, spring-like, day. No sign of “The Beast from the East”, the killer cold weather that ‘s meant to be sweeping in from Siberia.
I went downtown for a pint earlier. They’re all talking about it on the bus and in the pub. Ok, there was a brief flurry of snowflakes, about ten of them. The bus drivers were talking about what to do on their enforced day off tomorrow. Dream on.
I blame the media for the panic. BBC News predicted folk dropping dead from heart attacks. Train companies had already cancelled trains – before a snowflake had even settled!
Coming out of the gym, a woman wore a hat – just to walk to her car! I wore my shorts at Morrison’s as I always do after the gym. It was a grand day, if a bit nippy, like.
What is it with this country: the tiniest threat of snow and the roads and rails grind to a halt. Are people dropping dead in Iceland and Canada?
I’ll see what’s happening when I watch the news at six. I expect it’s snowing in Scotland. If it snows seriously here I’ll offer my apologies tomorrow.