When I lived in London the snow came and went within hours.
Once I took a bowl of snow up to my bedroom hoping to play with it later…
So when I moved here I wasn’t worried when it started snowing at lunchtime. My work mates were all getting worried that we would be snowed in and most of them were allowed to leave early. The shop was so busy with people stocking up for a siege.
I thought “how strange”. Leaving work at 8.o clock I was amazed how deep it was. That winter the snow lasted for several weeks. When I phoned home complaining about it, my Dads reaction was “What snow?”