It snowed Saturday night.
Winters in southern England are generally mild. We get dustings of snow once in awhile but that’s about it. Over the past few years, however, we’ve had some monster snow storms and it caused a great deal of chaos in our community as the roads are icy and snow tires and road gritters are in short supply.
The other problem in our house is that we have one and a half cars. Truly. We have a small Citroen which can conceivably seat 5 people, and a Smart car which is a little roadster and only seats two people.
I don’t remember the circumstances exactly, but last year after a bad snow, I needed to drive the roadster and there was snow and ice packed in our driveway. I was strongly advised by AP that it would be impossible to get the roadster out of the drive but because I hail from the midwestern United States, I laughed at his warning and I was all like, “Pfffffft. I’m from Michigan where we had REAL winters. I know how to get a car out of the driveway!” And I got in the car, started the engine, stepped on the gas and drove the car into the side of the house.
And when AP came running out to see what happened, the only thing he said was, “Are you alright?!” He didn’t even say “I told you so.” Major points for that, my friends. Major points.
(A memory spurred on by the fact that our driveway if full of snow and I can’t get the roadster out. I think we need to sell the roadster.)