You gloaty bds. I hope me and dirtyboy die in an avalanche outside our rural hovels while you lot are driving on your winter tyres in a quarter of an inch of sloppy slush. Bitter, me?
Looks like it's quite warm here in west London (haven't ventured out yet) as there's no sign of a frost.
Perhaps the charts suddenly get a massive over night downgrade and Puggit's currently crying over them going "my cold spell, my poor cold spell, what happened to you?"