Right lads, where is it? The snow I mean.
On the news last night they were issuing major weather alerts. They showed images of Dublin, where the roads were being gritted, with particular attention being paid to bus routes and around hospitals. Snow ploughs were fitted to the trucks for the first time in six years.* All across the country drifting was expected before dawn. And ice. Farmers were advised to bring their animals indoors.** Strong easterly winds. And anything else the Wintersmith could throw at us.
Met Éireann’s apocalyptic warnings ran like this: “Very cold and windy tonight, with outbreaks of sleet and snow in many areas. Some significant falls of snow are possible, especially over Connacht, north Munster, much of Leinster and Ulster, with some drifting in places before dawn. Drier weather will develop in the southwest later. Lowest temperatures -3 to plus 2 C, with frost in many areas and a risk of dangerous driving conditions. Strong east to southeast winds, easing later.” Exactly like this in fact.
So I got up at 5:00. I had my carrot in one hand and my two lumps of coal in the other. [Bear with me if you're getting the wrong image]. My snowman was going to be there to greet everyone on their way to work. If there were time I could even build an igloo like Irish KC did and I might even get free food.
And what happens. It’s a balmy 1°C, a slight breeze and drizzling. No frost on the car for the first time in days.
Ok. I’m not saying it won’t snow later, or hasn’t snowed elsewhere. But I’m really pissed off that the weather folks got the timing and location wrong and messed up my plans. I might just ring them an rollick them out of it. Like I did to the ESB last night when I had no heating because the power was off for 4 hours and it was -3°C. Then, as now, the only thing being gritted are my teeth.
*Insert your own jokes here about how the snowplough driver gets to work.
**That must’ve caused howls of laughter in urban households.
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