Post by Bugs on Dec 3, 2010 9:11:45 GMT
You know you've got a canny bit snow when a Land Rover needs to be dug out!
But that's what happened yesterday when Mrs Bugs (the cook) decided we needed to have a trip to Sainsburys in Alnwick to buy some new things to cook....
After finally making it to the north-west drive of Bugs Towers we arrived at the Land Rover. The snow was over the top of my wellies - so it was up to Mrs Bugs waist (she wasn't amused, and she'll be even less amused if she finds out I've told you )....
Now at this point can I just say that we only had one spade between us - yes a spade, not a shovel. Anyone who has tried to move snow with a spade (designed for digging holes) will know that snow sticks to a spade like poo to Sir Paddy's bum. Whereas a shovel (designed for shovelling stuff) makes light work of the same task - the snow just slides off when you want it to.
Normally I would have used the footmen to clear the snow - but keen students of my stupid stories will know that we lost one in the snow somewhere around the stables - and since then, the rest of the soft boogers won't venture outside - well all I can say is they're in for a shock next time they open their pay packets....
Anyway - so there was Mrs Bugs, waist high in snow trying to womanfully move it away from the Landrover, whilst I supervised and encouraged. She kept muttering things I couldn't quite make out - one of them sounded like "useless anchor" or something - anyway I digress....
I assumed my position in the driving seat and attempted to move orf.....not a sausage - in spite of 4 plumes of snow flying into the air. As luck would have it, some peasants happened by and I was able to enslave employ them trying to give us a push.......
Eventually, the pride of Britain's 4x4s was able to move orf and as I sped down the road, I suddenly recognised the little figure of Mrs Bugs, red in face, trying womanfully to run after me.....more later
But that's what happened yesterday when Mrs Bugs (the cook) decided we needed to have a trip to Sainsburys in Alnwick to buy some new things to cook....
After finally making it to the north-west drive of Bugs Towers we arrived at the Land Rover. The snow was over the top of my wellies - so it was up to Mrs Bugs waist (she wasn't amused, and she'll be even less amused if she finds out I've told you )....
Now at this point can I just say that we only had one spade between us - yes a spade, not a shovel. Anyone who has tried to move snow with a spade (designed for digging holes) will know that snow sticks to a spade like poo to Sir Paddy's bum. Whereas a shovel (designed for shovelling stuff) makes light work of the same task - the snow just slides off when you want it to.
Normally I would have used the footmen to clear the snow - but keen students of my stupid stories will know that we lost one in the snow somewhere around the stables - and since then, the rest of the soft boogers won't venture outside - well all I can say is they're in for a shock next time they open their pay packets....
Anyway - so there was Mrs Bugs, waist high in snow trying to womanfully move it away from the Landrover, whilst I supervised and encouraged. She kept muttering things I couldn't quite make out - one of them sounded like "useless anchor" or something - anyway I digress....
I assumed my position in the driving seat and attempted to move orf.....not a sausage - in spite of 4 plumes of snow flying into the air. As luck would have it, some peasants happened by and I was able to enslave employ them trying to give us a push.......
Eventually, the pride of Britain's 4x4s was able to move orf and as I sped down the road, I suddenly recognised the little figure of Mrs Bugs, red in face, trying womanfully to run after me.....more later
