My job is mobile and I split my time working alternate weeks in Norfolk and Nottinghamshire. I drive down country roads, enjoying rural England through the seasons.

Saturday, 9 January 2010

Why I hate snow, but love the AA...

I came down to Norfolk on Monday, batteries recharged and ready to crack on with my new career. I was a little nervous on the way to my first customer but to my relief the nerves lifted as soon as I started work, and I've had half a dozen customers, interesting, nice people with interesting and not too complicated nail and foot problems, and I've loved the getting out and about and not being stuck in an office doing the same things day after day.

And then came the snow, spoiling it all.

I feel in a bit of a minority as everyone else around me seems to love the stuff, and I do agree that there is something quite magical about it when it first starts to fall and the world turns white, clean and bright bright bright - especially first thing in the morning.

But that's it, half an hour of it is fine. Now I just want it all to melt and go away. I'm sick to death of the time it takes to clear the car each day, the treacherous roads and driving conditions, idiot drivers in 4 by 4s who ignore the treacherous roads and driving conditions, slippy-slidey pavements, chilblains, the need to dress up as Mrs Michelin every single time I want to leave the house, panic buying in the local shops with all the bread and milk gone by lunchtime and queues around the block, frozen taps at the stables where my sister drags me each day to help out with the hay and feed routines for her 3 horses, twisting my ankles in snow-covered hidden ruts and rabbit holes in the fields. I'm sure I could think of more reasons but I'll leave it there for now.

So when I left my sister's house on Wednesday night about 10-ish and my car wouldn't start, I blamed it on the snow and the arctic cold. I rang the AA and they sent a really nice man out the next morning, who got in the car, turned the key, put his foot flat on the accelerator - and the car started almost immediately.

He was very kind - didn't look superior or condescending at all, didn't do any of that "woman-driver" thing, and in fact went out of his way to make me feel that I hadn't just wasted a whole load of his time because all I had done was flood the engine.


  1. I agree. Although I live near work and can walk, the problems everyone else is having with transport and all the things you mention make me wonder whether it isn't about time it all melted and went away.

  2. I'm sort of enjoying the snow still - in Hertfordshire it's deep and fluffy enough for me to walk to the station without falling on my backside on the ice, and the trains have been running. I'd like an opportunity to have a day off work because of it though!

  3. Yes, it did make life a little more complicated, didn't it? I'm glad it's gone, but I see on the weather forecast for the next week that there might be more on its way. Surely not! I really don't look elegant in my boots ...

  4. Someone told me the other day that not liking the snow was a sign that I'd joined the ranks of "old people" So since then I've been trying to convince myself that I like the stuff really.

    So if we do get a second bout of it later this week, I'll try hard not to post a whingey blog complaining about it!