In thirty years living here, we've had just the one severe snowfall. Mrs Steve was booked on a course that day, thirty miles away. I'd heard the apocalyptic forecast and told her not to go, but, as the snow had yet to start falling, she ignored me. She got stranded and had to get a bed and breakfast in a remote village (which had no phone signal - great), leaving our precious car stuck in a drift on a one-in-six hill. I was less than well pleased. As it happens, the local authority which had sent her on the course paid the B&B bill. After that, she doesn't go anywhere any more unless she takes a sachet of shower gel and spare bra and knickers. Life is such a learning curve.