Mr FF phoned me just after 9.30 pm to say his flight had arrived and that though there was a lot of snow around the airport he was going to try and get home. He phoned me again about 1.5 hours later to say he had managed to get onto the ring road, a couple of miles from the airport having dug the snow off the road several times. He phoned again to say he'd tried to book into the Travel Lodge on the ring road but it was full so he would keep moving. Cut a long story short, it took him 9 hours to drive approximately 25 miles home during which time he frequently dug himself out of the snow, met up with other travellers in the same situation including a couple from our own village, watched the snow ploughs putting down grit and salt but not clearing the roads that were full of various abandoned cars, buses and lorries.
Today I've been out clearing the paths again, the snow is very heavy and clinging, it's bent over trees and brought down some branches. The power has been going on and off again, the tv station is down as is the mobile phone provider, not that I mind any of that as long as we are home and safe. It is truly horrible and big setback for my springtime garden so I am going to concentrate on these tulips that Pam sent me after her party. I need to get my body clock back to normal time as we slept from 7 am till around midday, it's not just the weather that is confused. I thought March came in like a lion and went out like a lamb not like a big fat grumpy polar bear.