This Side of the Pond

Do you think we might be safe from any more blizzarding? I’ve had quite enough of it for one year after spending three times the expected number of hours on muddling my way home from a long-awaited visit to the UK.

More about that trip later, because right now the thing I want to do most is have a good, old-fashioned complain. Not about the heroes in snowplows – basically the only reason I made it home to write this – or the impossibly brave linesmen and first responders who clamber through snowdrifts in the name of community safety.

Nope, my beef is with Mother Nature.

And also with my own au...