I’ve dug out the path to the garage four times, to enable passage to the freezer.
I’ve de-snowed (Is this a new word?) the car twice.
I’ve cleared the drive twice. (Using the slave labour of Mrs FE).
Run out of milk.
Run out of bread ( I could have killed the couple who came out of the local shop with eight loaves this morning. I hope they are all stale by tomorrow morning).
My gas and electricity dials are turning faster than a whirling dervish on heat.
The only consolation is that I’ve enough booze and fags to last me through the night. (The booze and fag police won’t be able to get through the snow).
Ho Hum, could be worse I suppose.
In the spring I intend to experiment in adapting the lawnmower into a snow blower.