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Law has broken down here, the roads a tapestry of abandoned cars. I made for Dunboyne before first light, packing whatever essentials I could, and weaved unseen through the streets of my once peaceful village, now a glowing effigy of a life we took for granted.

The gangs have control now, ruling by fear and crude hatchet. Revolution has blown in on these cold Eastern winds, and I weep for fairness, justice and hope, those qualities which lie buried neath its snowy missive. I like to think that they lie, not in an icy grave, but in cold storage, a preserved reminder of humanity that will be rediscovered in years to come. Sandra, I urge you to stay strong, to endure.

PS: Tell Penelope and the children I shan't be going to the Costa Brava this summer.
 
Law has broken down here, the roads a tapestry of abandoned cars. I made for Dunboyne before first light, packing whatever essentials I could, and weaved unseen through the streets of my once peaceful village, now a glowing effigy of a life we took for granted.

The gangs have control now, ruling by fear and crude hatchet. Revolution has blown in on these cold Eastern winds, and I weep for fairness, justice and hope, those qualities which lie buried neath its snowy missive. I like to think that they lie, not in an icy grave, but in cold storage, a preserved reminder of humanity that will be rediscovered in years to come. Sandra, I urge you to stay strong, to endure.

PS: Tell Penelope and the children I shan't be going to the Costa Brava this summer.

No different to a nother day in Ireland really.
 
Law has broken down here, the roads a tapestry of abandoned cars. I made for Dunboyne before first light, packing whatever essentials I could, and weaved unseen through the streets of my once peaceful village, now a glowing effigy of a life we took for granted.

The gangs have control now, ruling by fear and crude hatchet. Revolution has blown in on these cold Eastern winds, and I weep for fairness, justice and hope, those qualities which lie buried neath its snowy missive. I like to think that they lie, not in an icy grave, but in cold storage, a preserved reminder of humanity that will be rediscovered in years to come. Sandra, I urge you to stay strong, to endure.

PS: Tell Penelope and the children I shan't be going to the Costa Brava this summer.

Brexit hasn’t happened yet ffs
 
The BBC comments are the best thing about ‘FREEZING SNOW DEATH 2018’ with a mix of ‘‘twas ever thus, your younger readers (under 65..)’ and those who feel like they have been transported to some fresh hell.
 
Law has broken down here, the roads a tapestry of abandoned cars. I made for Dunboyne before first light, packing whatever essentials I could, and weaved unseen through the streets of my once peaceful village, now a glowing effigy of a life we took for granted.

The gangs have control now, ruling by fear and crude hatchet. Revolution has blown in on these cold Eastern winds, and I weep for fairness, justice and hope, those qualities which lie buried neath its snowy missive. I like to think that they lie, not in an icy grave, but in cold storage, a preserved reminder of humanity that will be rediscovered in years to come. Sandra, I urge you to stay strong, to endure.

PS: Tell Penelope and the children I shan't be going to the Costa Brava this summer.

Wool.
 

What a great day. Got to work and they told us to leave the office and go home because the snow is too bad. Just got back from Manchester to Liverpool in the quickest time yet, just flying down the inside lane past the cowards in the middle lane who won’t go over 50mph because they’ve seen a snowflake.
 

London has gone mad, we have had about a centimetre of snow fall today and it is if the world is ending.
 
Law has broken down here, the roads a tapestry of abandoned cars. I made for Dunboyne before first light, packing whatever essentials I could, and weaved unseen through the streets of my once peaceful village, now a glowing effigy of a life we took for granted.

The gangs have control now, ruling by fear and crude hatchet. Revolution has blown in on these cold Eastern winds, and I weep for fairness, justice and hope, those qualities which lie buried neath its snowy missive. I like to think that they lie, not in an icy grave, but in cold storage, a preserved reminder of humanity that will be rediscovered in years to come. Sandra, I urge you to stay strong, to endure.

PS: Tell Penelope and the children I shan't be going to the Costa Brava this summer.
Did you get a bet on?
 
What a great day. Got to work and they told us to leave the office and go home because the snow is too bad. Just got back from Manchester to Liverpool in the quickest time yet, just flying down the inside lane past the cowards in the middle lane who won’t go over 50mph because they’ve seen a snowflake.

Sound that, chances of public transport going to pot tomorrow?
 

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