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Snow Go ?
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I had to drive 18 miles to work in Cambridge this morning through the snow. My wife and daughter both said I was mad to try it and to just phone in and say I was stuck. I did go and it was one of the easiest drives to work I have ever had.
The roads had been salted and gritted and only the residential streets were slippery. There was virtually no traffic probably 20% of the normal, I was even able to find a parking place easily.
Just how many people just give up and stay home at the first hint of snow ?
Judging by my expierience today over 50%
The roads had been salted and gritted and only the residential streets were slippery. There was virtually no traffic probably 20% of the normal, I was even able to find a parking place easily.
Just how many people just give up and stay home at the first hint of snow ?
Judging by my expierience today over 50%
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For more on marking an answer as the "Best Answer", please visit our FAQ. Travelled 42 miles to my first job near Crawley and got into the actual road where I was supposed to be working, and then got stuck in the snow.
Had to call that off ... another 14 miles to the next job in Haywards Heath before getting stuck 100 yards from the job. Called that off. Finally drove another 20 miles to Horsham after getting diverted due to closed roads. The customer then cancelled on the doorstep, due to sudden illness.
Finally got home after driving over 100 miles, and had'nt managed to do anything.
Had to call that off ... another 14 miles to the next job in Haywards Heath before getting stuck 100 yards from the job. Called that off. Finally drove another 20 miles to Horsham after getting diverted due to closed roads. The customer then cancelled on the doorstep, due to sudden illness.
Finally got home after driving over 100 miles, and had'nt managed to do anything.
Took me two and a half hours to do a forty five minute journey. In London. I was not impressed. I know we're never going to be equipped like Canada or Russia but it does snow in this country every year, and I really think that trains should be far better organised than they are for the snow. It's always such a drama and it's quite tiresome.
I was up nice and early this morning, wrapped up well, boots on, but the taxi couldn't get to me, they rang and said they were four roads away and couldn't get up the hill, so I have had another day off, would sooner be in work, worst thing was i have had to do without my newspaper and monday crossword :-(
I suppose some have to stay home because those wicked, idle teachers have closed all the schools in order to go to the pub.
But yes, I drove 10 miles across London and the only tricky bit was the 50ft from the driveway to the corner (some of which I gritted myself to make it easier). After that it was biggish roads all the way, all fine. A fair amount of traffic, there always is in London, but a bit less than normal, I think.
But yes, I drove 10 miles across London and the only tricky bit was the 50ft from the driveway to the corner (some of which I gritted myself to make it easier). After that it was biggish roads all the way, all fine. A fair amount of traffic, there always is in London, but a bit less than normal, I think.
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The wait is over, their afternoon tea is done.
He watches their movement, the wind, the sun.
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He aims, He squeezes;
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I'm hoping that these reports of clear roads are accurate. I've accepted a job today which means that I'll have to drive 120 miles to Surrey on Wednesday, stay at a hotel overnight, get up at 4am on Thursday to drive through country lanes to where I'm working, work a 14 hour shift outdoors and then drive 125 miles home. Some clear roads would certainly help!