I may live to regret this

PG, who most certainly doesn't share my enthusiasm and passion for snow, quite the reverse in fact, he hates the stuff, has spent the last 24 hours intermittently sniggering at my almost constant weather monitoring and warning me, in in dire tones, that I am 'going to live to regret wishing for snow'! This is light hearted of course but the more he furnishes me with graphic detail, the more I am inclined to have a tiny bit of doubt in my mind!

Of course I still want snow, I will not be deterred from my excitement at the imminent prospect, the forecast is becoming more promising almost by the hour but maybe just maybe, as he regails me of tales from winter four years ago, I should be hoping for just a little snow...... as opposed to a great white heap.

Winter in this corner of Scotland four years ago, now that's not a winter those who went through it will forget in a hurry. Ask anyone here about it and they will immediately hunt out photographs and begin with tales of white woe. Overnight and apparently unexpectedly five foot of snow fell in just a few hours, it drifted to over 12 foot in places and this little village and those surrounding it, were cut off from civilisation for days. Even the intrepid farmers with snow ploughs attached to the front of tractors and local authority workers struggled to cut a path through the mountains of snow.

PG was working a night shift when the snow fell and was forced to remain at work 24/7 for days on end, he couldn't get home and equally his colleagues, who should have been taking over, couldn't get in. They have fifteen or so severely disabled residents to care for and began to run short of some necessary foodstuffs. PG, as the only male on the premises throughout this, went on foot to the village store, a trip of only half a mile, to collect what provisions he could, the journey took him over an hour each way, on each occasion!

None of this is offputting to me, though I do begin to understand why he doesn't look forward to a repeat. What does begin to make the prospect of such a snowfall seem slightly less exciting is the reminder from him (and I have been reminded frequently believe me) that for 8 days he was without electricity , we have no gas, gas mains here don't exist, and I hate being cold. Worse by far though is the realisation that without power or a phone line......I have no computer!!!!

So, should I disappear without warning anytime soon, you can laugh heartily as you imagine my utter frustration.......... knowing I wished such an annoyance upon myself!