I just love that they panic about it, to be honest I'd much rather they panic about the snowfall for months than gush for five seconds over Prince William marrying Kate Whatserface.
That snow last year was horrible, though. I have to walk to work at 4am for my job at the slaughterhouse, it was still running its daily business through the entire snowfall period and I was still pulling 11 hour shifts. The journey there is mostly uphill and I was aching all over from dragging myself through the snow for four days a week only to gut 200 or so bulls for 11 hours and walk back again. Obviously I live in the countryside, so none of the roads were gritted due to the complete lack of foresight the council had.
On the bright side, though, the snow canceled a few orders, so I had plenty of free leftover beef and pork cuts to take home for my Christmas lunch, I had so damn much of it that I dumped it all up the pub, put a little money in for the drinks and other ingredients and had a massive all-night Christmas lunch/party for anyone who felt like turning up. We even had enough left over for new year's eve nibbles, the crap left over I just gave to the dogs, I was so sick of pork and beef by then. Apparently there really is a such thing as "too much of a good thing". Who'd a thunk it, eh?