c*nting F*cking Sh*tty white crap, oh, and me being a complete Tw*t.
"lets make a snow man" i say to the missus, until we both get outside and realise niether of us have a key.
Sooo, the only option is to walk from weston to thornhill to her parents house for the spare.
Jesus, it's like the end of the world out there, cars stuck and abandoned everywhere, i had to help push a few up the hill.
It's crazy, out of this world. We are just as a nation not prepared for this sort of crap. Sooner i finish my training and get my 4x4 the better, oh,
and remembering keys will help !!!