There was a gritting truck out in my village as I shovelled out my driveway this evening. Gritting on top of a foot of snow. Some sort of plough would really help, but of course there's no business case for buying ploughs when this happens one day a year. I wish they'd just be frank about it: if it snows just stay home. Which, by the way, most people did.
I came home from the station at a steady 25 mph and just sort of slewed into the driveway where I bottomed out on snow. I managed to brute-force the car most of the way in -- far enough to avoid the splash from the road -- and then set about shovelling the driveway.
bendgules speaks sooth, though: snow shovels aren't sold here that I've ever seen (nor are long-handled snow brushes with ice scrapers on the other end). So the dustpan was pressed into service.
You have to imagine me in an ivory mohair business suit under a black Cossack-looking coat dancing the kazatske in order to bring a no-handled dustpan to bear on the packed snow.
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I came home from the station at a steady 25 mph and just sort of slewed into the driveway where I bottomed out on snow. I managed to brute-force the car most of the way in -- far enough to avoid the splash from the road -- and then set about shovelling the driveway.
bendgules speaks sooth, though: snow shovels aren't sold here that I've ever seen (nor are long-handled snow brushes with ice scrapers on the other end). So the dustpan was pressed into service.
You have to imagine me in an ivory mohair business suit under a black Cossack-looking coat dancing the kazatske in order to bring a no-handled dustpan to bear on the packed snow.
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