I have a morbid fascination with the weather reports at the moment, much good it does me though as they are often wrong. Last night for instance, no snow was forecast for us but by this morning we had a good three inches of the cold stuff. The council had obviously believed the meteorologists and hadn’t gritted any of the roads so chaos reigned, schools were closed and parents had to take another day off work. Now our weather presenters are telling me that it’s going to snow overnight, 20cms was one figure they were bandying around for my region. Hmmm, guess who’s on-call tomorrow. Yes, it’s me and I’m anxious and going overboard on preparations. I’ve been out and filled my car with petrol and checked my tyre pressures; put together a ‘just in case bag’ containing hat, torch, fleece, drink and a snack bar; and made sure that my work and personal mobile phones have full batteries! My hope is that ‘sods law’ will come into operation and, just because I’ve been a good, little girl guide and I am prepared, we will have rain instead of snow, fingers crossed.
I know that I possibly appear neurotic but I do have a reason. 20 years ago I was working ‘twilight’ in the community (7.30pm – 11.30pm), I drove just a few hundred yards up the road, in a snow storm, a car coming the other way skidded and we had a head-on collision. My car was written off, I was unable to get out of it as the front of my car had me sandwiched between it and my seat, luckily I was not seriously injured but, and this is where my primary angst comes from, I did nothing wrong and neither did the other driver, we were both just really unlucky, courtesy of the weather conditions. The other catalyst for my neurosis is due to the fact that I cover a mainly rural area, lots of unlit, little lanes, steep hills and tight bends, just what you want in snowy and icy conditions!
So please, either no homebirths or, no snow.