No good moaning about it I suppose, I'll just have to do what we did in the past....live with it!
I remember being snowed in at my Uncle's smallholding when we were kids, used to love it as it meant up to a month off school!
My Dad lived in a small village in the sticks and everyone used to bring all the coal they had and all live in the village hall. They heated one big room and had a cauldron over the fire for cooking on. They all brought whatever bread they had and made a masive cauldron of bread pudding, andcaldrons of hot soup were always on the go.
When they got really desperate for food, two or three of the most able bodied men used to set out in the snow with a sledge and rucksacks and treck to the nearest store umpteen miles away and bring back supplies for the village.
We don't know we're born methinks!
I remember being snowed in at my Uncle's smallholding when we were kids, used to love it as it meant up to a month off school!
My Dad lived in a small village in the sticks and everyone used to bring all the coal they had and all live in the village hall. They heated one big room and had a cauldron over the fire for cooking on. They all brought whatever bread they had and made a masive cauldron of bread pudding, andcaldrons of hot soup were always on the go.
When they got really desperate for food, two or three of the most able bodied men used to set out in the snow with a sledge and rucksacks and treck to the nearest store umpteen miles away and bring back supplies for the village.
We don't know we're born methinks!
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