They’re trying to frighten us out of our nice cozy houses and into the bleak mid-winter to buy up anything we can find. “Wales to get heavy snow storm!” “Over a foot of snow to fall on Welsh hills!” That’s what the forecasters are saying, anyway.
And so on.
“Do you think we ought to go stock up?” Graham asked.
I contemplated our bulging fridge, freezer and cupboards. “What on earth for?”
“Because it’s going to snow?”
“Oh, I think we’ve enough to see us through.”
“Well, alright, then. So long as you’re sure.”
“Tell you what. If you still have the urge tomorrow morning we’ll pop out for milk and potatoes. If it’s not snowing.”
“OK. It’s a deal.”
