All year talk has very much been focused on whether this year will be a white Christmas, as it always was when the older generation were little'uns.
About a week ago we were 'blessed' with a lovely coating of powdery, white snow and everyone was happy. How beautiful everything looked, one had never seen the northern, industrial town of Blackburn look so appealing.
However, a week in and chaos errupts.
The lovely snow we once knew has been tarnished by cars and grit, transformed into a murky slush clinging to the gutter. The snow which falls upon the old creates a cloak for the black ice which lingers beneath. Car crashes, people separated from loved ones because of cancelled transport and ruined vehicles abandoned on the roadside.
What a wonderful White Chrsitmas. Ta very much, Bing.
