Too Much Cotton Wool

Unless you’ve just had a fortnight’s holiday at Ice Station Zebra, you can’t fail to notice that we’ve had our first dumping of snow.

I’m not a fan of the snow: too cold; too wet and… too cold.

But it does look pretty when it’s been freshly laid (there’s a joke in there, somewhere).

I took the mutt out for her morning walk yesterday, bright dark and early.

She loves the snow!

And, much as I hate the damn stuff, I do always get a frisson of excitement when it’s my boots that are making the first prints in the virgin snow; the whump whump as I trudge through it all is quite satisfying. I’ll often turn back, just to see the trail I’ve made, meandering off into the distance, before it gets churned into a mess by a hundred other pairs of boots.

A little later, the wife went off on her merry way to work: a five-mile journey that caused her no problems at all.

I then spoke to a friend on the radio, who travels up from London on a daily basis. His commute was also free and easy.

And then, whilst I had my breakfast, I noticed the dustman making their way up the road… at exactly the same time as they usually do. No delays.

Y’see, we’d had plenty of warning and the council had sent the gritter lorries out in preparation. The roads were absolutely fine, such that no-one should have any problem getting to work.

Why oh why, then, was every single High School in the town closed?

“Duty of care” and “Health & Safety” reasons, is what we were told.

It was possible a child could slip over in the snow and hurt themselves.

You know: just like we did, when we were growing up.

7 Comments

  1. Alan

    American culture. If I fall on my arse I’ll sue the arse off of you.

    • Masher

      I think that genuinely is a part of it, Alan.

  2. Dave

    I’m hopeful we won’t get any snow here now. I remember how, when we were at school and making slides along the length of playground with which to amuse ourselves, we would watch the old people shuffling along barely lifting their feet and laugh at their travails. I’m rather on the side of the oldies now.

    • Masher

      Yes, now that I’m in my dotage, I’m more than happy to watch the youngsters playing in the snow – from the comfort of my living room, with a nice, hot cup of tea.

  3. Brennig

    During my Welsh mountain-top childhood, not only did my contemporaries and I go to school every winter’s day (and make ice slides, and have snowball fights and also play ice-soccer or ice-rugby in the playground), but we did it all in shorts, because we weren’t allowed to wear long trousers until we were 14

    • Masher

      It’s what made you the man you are today, Bren.

      Probably.

    • Toffeeapple

      It was the same for me In Abertillery though, being female, I didn’t play those ball games. Our school was down the hill from the main road and we made slides down to the side entrance, never thinking about the oldies but, now that I am one of them, I regret my actions.

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