Supermarket Sweeps and Doctor Marten Boots: This Is How We Dealt With the ‘Beast From the East’!

THANK GOD THAT’S OVER. We, as Brits, are not prepared to deal with the extremities of cold weather. The snow falls, and we just stop – workplaces are short-staffed, schools shut down, transport grinds to a halt.

I really hate snow. I know that makes me a Grinch (I actually agree with the Grinch on several points, but that’s another story…), but I can’t help it. I don’t want to be confined to my home because getting anywhere suddenly becomes an expedition. It’s frustrating to walk into a supermarket and find the bread shelves bare – this actually happened, by the way. Not a single loaf in ASDA this weekend. Madness. And I’m terrified of falling arse over face every time I step out of my front door. I’m not a graceful being so if I fall, believe me, I’m falling hard.

So how did this household cope with the over-dramatically named “beast from the east”?

I walk to work so I had no real excuse to get out of it. While the majority of the office called in saying they were stuck without transport, I had to trudge into work every morning, through a very hilly town, along completely un-gritted paths. It was scary stuff, I tell you. But thanks to THESE bad boys, I made it every damn day and managed not to skid all over the place like a less-coordinated Bambi. If you’re looking for the real beasts here, look no further…

dms

I barely left the house all week. Get up, equip self with DMs, wobble into work, hold the office fort, march home again, snuggle up in a blanket until sleepy, repeat – that’s been about it. I only diverted for a necessary midweek trip to Sainsbury’s. It was one of the most intense shopping trips of my life. The shelves were ropey with items you’d usually find in a local convenience store, instead stuffed with the most random products in a desperate attempt to make them look fuller. The best bit, nearly all of these were on offer – the whole shop turned into one big ‘Reduced’ section! Finally, my years of minesweeping at bars paid off as I practically swept my arms along the shelves and scooped up as many bargains as possible. I couldn’t even tell you what ended up in my trolley. All I know is, I still forgot the milk.

It turns out the key to surviving snow in Britain is buying yourself a funky pair of Doctor Marten’s and grabbing all the bargains you can. So it’s not all bad, I suppose.

snowy tree

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