Tis the season for abandoning your car in a drift, skating to work down an ungritted hill, braking your ankle on frozen slush cravasses and walking the kids to school only to be told the teachers can't get in and it's shut.
The Inuit live on ever moving ice floes, sew their children into reindeer skin snowsuits and dig through metres of rock hard ice to find fish for supper. We get two inches of light, soft snow and the entire British infrastructure grinds to a halt.
This year, so the met office says (and we all now how reliable they are) has been one of the coldest in thirty years. Cold weather warnings, roads closed due to drifting, bridges closed due to high winds, flooding and sheet ice.
And I bet some dip-shit will still try to climb Ben Nevis in a cagoule and flip flops.
