The meeja here are going into overdrive announcing Armageddon.
So the country has come to a compete standstill as we battle our way through six foot drifts?
Well, no. Not exactly. There have been a few flurries and flakes around the country but that’s about it. In fact I would say there has been a drop of sleet but little snow. Up here in the mountains the sun is shining out of a blue sky all day with the occasional bit of rain but that’s it. There’s probably a bit of a dusting on the higher peaks but that will only bother a few sheep and deer.
I had a look at the Weather Radar and in fairness they seem to be getting some of the white stuff over in Scotland and a bit in the north of England, but here they are showing a patch of sleet around Fermanagh, and the rest is rain. Just rain. In spots.
But we love to dramatise everything here. The mere mention of the word and the country goes into panic mode. Drivers will drive on clear roads at ten miles per hour, just in case a two foot thick slab of snow suddenly falls out of the sky. Little cheeeldren will probably be kept out of school in case their fingers and toes get chilly. People will rush to fill their oil tanks and over stock their larders just in case.
Even our dog is getting neurotic. I opened the door this morning so she could have her morning piss. She stepped half out the door and sniffed the air. But a drip from the eaves fell on her head and she bolted back to her couch in the sitting room. She still hasn’t been out.
God help us if it really does snow.