Cometh the hour, cometh that
He and his mate on the digger are making glacial progress along the lane. One blows and the other scrapes.
I stumble across the drifts at hedge height to meet them for a progress report.
There is a vague possibility that they will reach us later today but I'm not holding my breath. Tomorrow maybe? My new friend tells me he'll be back 'on the bins' then and doesn't know if they will find anyone to replace him on the 'blower. So when we'll actually be able to drive out is anyone's guess.
In truth that's not really a hardship - there is still food in the freezer and we have not resorted to burning the furniture yet.
We can just sit it out. It's those who have to work in such conditions - the farmers and the road clearers who are the heroes of the hour. I don't think that anyone, ever, got mentioned in despatches for staying indoors and looking out of the window.