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Is due to Britain's salters/gritters working throughout the night salting and gritting up the roads, keeping you safe.
I very much appreciate the work they do!
or my shocking spelling scaring me in the day.
I was going to go with "A Keanu Reeves-esque hero working from a secret government department prevented aliens from nullifying the Earth's magnetic field and therefore preventing the entire population from being radiated to death by the sun's UV rays".
...but gritting is important work, too.
for keeping hope alive this night
It would have been around a 75-80% salting last night.
Even if you haven't left the house yet a car would've probably crashed directly into your bedroom without the gritters
when her car skidded in icy conditions, crashed and then ended up on a train track :(
those FUCKS. I hate them so much
If only her car had had better traction. And she had left the car.
ill thank them with my tax £ come pay day thou, those brave souls driving a big truck for good £ i salute them
Patiently waiting, coiled, ready for ice?
it used to have a sign outside saying 'area 51' but they now it's just area 20
I got stopped going past the cosmetics bit and someone rubbed dead sea salt into my hands. I reckon the gritters must be some soft-handed dudes. And who doesn't like that?
and I thought my hands were clean! Holy cow. Still, I'm not paying £25 for your wee tub of salty gash though. Leave me alone. Stop touching my hands!
It can also be fun and bonkers
is because I didn't go into work today. The gritters are out in force trying to do their job round here and failing because of the sheer volume of snow. Good running weather though.
I KNEW IT.
here's Judie Tsuke to take us up to the news
Snow! Snow snow snow snow, snow snow snow.
Leave a lot to be desired.
God bless the Gritters.
Without their diligent work last night many of the suits who use the village as a rat run, -Thanks to the widening of the M25 (Which I’m also paying for.) -‘may have not bothered going to work. Yes, Bless ‘em.
Bless the responsible gritting lorry that stopped outside my home at 3am this morning with flashing lights, letting other road users know, ‘I’m a gritting lorry and I’m stationary. I’m not going to switch my lights or engine off. I’m going to wait here with a flask of some description for the next half hour for my gritting lorry friend who’s coming in the opposite direction.’
Bless the gritting lorry driver who said- when challenged ‘We’re saving here lives mate.’ or words to that effect.
Bless the Gritters for vigorously warming the engine for the long and perilous journey ahead, switching on the p.t.o and sand blasting everything within sight.
Bless the civil servant who eventually answered and said ‘They are on a contract to save lives.’
I’m grateful the yearly £2298.00 council tax bill that’s being spent on saving lives. Perhaps, I should feel selfish getting the bin emptied twice a month.
God Bless Three Rivers District Council, their staff and contractors.
They do a good job. Three Rivers, Bless ‘em
And when this unexpected occurrence ‘freak snow in winter’ dissipates. I’m confidant all the potholes throughout south east Hertfordshire will be gone as well.
The highways and byways will sing along to the drone of a six lane M25 and swallows will nest under the eves again.
That’s £2298-00 per year by the way, including the 25% single occupant’s discount.
-She, left me awhile back. …Apparently I’m a very bitter person, selfish and set in my ways. In my defence, I’d have to say she ate like a horse, big face (think manhole cover) clout like the husk of a coconut, always cold.
what do you do for the 300 days a year it's not cold?
That's two mysteries wrapped up in a neat, little package for you.