Gulf Stream, my arse!

This whole 'snow' thing is getting out of hand. My Daddy wakes me up this morning by telling me,

"I don't think you'll make it to work today?" When I asked why he just told me to look out of the window.

It would appear that our home had been transported to the frozen north. There were drifts of about one foot in places.

When I walked the mile or so to my Nanna's house I did so in a T-shirt, one wool jumper, one fleece jumper, two pairs of socks (one thermal), jogging pants, jeans, big parka, hat and gloves.

I hate the cold. Plus how am I supposed to get to Manchester tomorrow in this?