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Well, it serves me right. Yesterday, I resorted to a cheap, sarcastic blog, taking the piss out of weather forecasters and various local media outlets who would obviously be wrong in their suggestions it would snow – IT’S MARCH FFS – and what do I wake up to this morning? At least 20 feet of snow, the village snowed in with snowploughs unable to reach us. Or something. Anyway, it looks just like Christmas looks in those lovely postcards, but of course never here in South Gloucestershire. Shall I get the decorations down from the loft?
