Reminds me when a mate and I dug my car out to the main road in the hope that the council snow plough would come along and clear the road. It was nearer the main road than his. It was a Monday and had snowed like a blizzard most of the night. No salt, gritting or ploughing done by the council overnight. By 11.30 there had still been no traffic up or down the main road from the village to Ipswich where most people work. At 12.00 we thought maybe we should walk to the pub and wait and watch from there.
By 5.30 we thought we ought to go back home, get something other than crisps to eat, collect our wives and get back for the evening session. Strangely both our wives agreed to come back with us at 8pm and we left there at 12.30 and went straight to bed surprisingly reasonably sober. The snow plough must have got through during the night as I could get into work the next morning but it was a very pleasant way to spend the working day.
TF_Waveney One.
