According to the television news this morning, Britain experienced it's coldest night of the winter so far, with temperatures in the north of Scotland somewhere in the region of -20 degrees. I don't think we had any more snow in Milton Keynes, but the car was so frozen up when we went out to leave to go to the Academy, I couldn't open the passenger-side door. It took quite an effort to get it open, by spraying anti-freeze on the lock and pushing from the inside.
The gridroads going towards the Academy were really iced up, and there was a queue of cars driving really slowly, but one idiot thought it necessary to drive really close behind us. It was just as well that we didn't need to brake hard, otherwise he would have run into the back of our car.
At the entrance to the Academy, the road leading up to the gate was really snowed up. I'm sure it wouldn't have taken much for someone to have cleared this snow away, and a few shovelsful of grit would have made things easier. There was a car abandoned in the roadway which leads out of the estate near the Academy. Perhaps the driver had abandoned it when he/she decided that the road wasn't safe, or something. In the actual carpark at the Academy someone had spent some time clearing the snow, but the wheels of the car spun in the snow when I tried to turn the car round to get out, having dropped Carol off.