UK turns to Ice. Bring on the Summer.
What is it with Britain and the cold weather? Every year its freezing and every year we all complain that we are too cold. I had a massive argument with my car today. Yes it may be an inanimate object but that’s no reason not to give it some rather unmentionable names. I stepped out in to what the car told me was minus 8 degrees, and had a look at the windows: Covered in a massive layer of ice - Not a good start to the day, and at 7.20am not great at all.
I delved in the boot and dragged out a bottle of De-icer. Which, the packaging would lead you to believe, would help de-ice the cars windscreens. But no. Instead it left a sludgy, mucky mess all over my windows and barely took anything off. The can was unbearably cold, being captain sensible I’d left my gloves not even in my flat but in another country – I’m not even kidding, I angrily tossed the now “stupid” can in to the back seat of the car, and grabbed the scraper.
To me this is always a bit of a pain for two reasons. 1. You valiantly scrape your completely frozen car window, and due to the amount of elbow grease you’re using, you end up being really hot feeling. Then when you’ve finished scraping you realise that you are rapidly getting colder, and feel worse than you did before said scraping, and 2. what the heck is that brush bit for?
Anyway, I stood scraping the car window for ages. Everytime I scraped a bit of ice off, the sludge from the spray I’d used slip back on to the window and froze almost immediately. Starting to lose the plot, and the will to live, I shouted some more, cursing this weather and rubbishing Halfords for not releasing some kind magic wand that does all this stuff for you.
Finally I started off down the road, peering through a gap that my heater had made in the window – my heater is terrible. As I was driving I accidentally nudged the windscreen wiper meaning that I had now scrapped a layer of icy, sludgy mush across my windscreen blocking my view of the road. I pulled over and had to essentially repeat the process I’d just done – more scraping.
This kind of thing happens every year to Britain. I can’t count the amount of times I’ve seen someone driving around peering through a 2 inch gap in their steamed up windscreen, or driving past someone trying in vain to clear their driveway of snow. I used to prefer the cold weather to hot because I always used to say, ‘at least I can put more clothes on if I’m cold’, but now I want the sun please. Brr…
