It was easier to get across the road than normal after work. The snow was falling so thickly that the cars were crawling along while their wipers fought a losing battle to keep their windscreens clear.
Despite the heavy traffic, the road was still covered in snow marked with tyre tracks, which filled up again as the cars passed.
Missing a glove, I checked through my pockets without success. I looked into the bag I was carrying and decided there was no way I was going to pull out all the parcels. I would have to make do with one glove for the hand carrying the bag and put the other hand in my pocket to keep it warm.
I could already feel my feet turning to blocks of ice as they sank in the deep snow, and my face was adopting one permanent frozen expression.
The bus shelter at least blocked out some of the wind chill as I joined the crowd squeezing into it. The other passengers were never
