I just delivered supper to me mum. I didn't take my reading glasses off the bridge of my nose. It wasn't wasn't bad when I began my journey of about twenty steps (she lives next door). At about step ten, the wind gusted and the last three or four steps shoulda been videoed. It was like someone turned out the lights. I was clutching the cloth covered plate of grub against my chest with one hand and had my other hand at full extenson, feeling for the house. Of course, I had my keys in that hand and dropped them when I contacted the house... yup, in the f***in snow!