Bloody hell - the next door neighbour is out there, right now, clearing his drives and paths so fastidiously that it's as if the cleaning of the snow has become for him, as important as the blood which courses through his dreary beige veins.
Yes beige because it's his type that kept the cardigan market alive in between periods of it being fashionable and it's his type that keeps the Managing Director of the Velcro fastening shoe factory in Haslingden on holidays to Lake Garda each year. But those beauties have to stay locked up today don't they?
He is now standing there breathing heavily inbetween bouts of tutting at his slovenly neighbours eating their breakfasts. He'll be cleaning the car to within an inch of its life next.
