Back to the Freeze

It was long after dark when we came in over Newcastle and the ground below was cold and white. The flight attendants sat by the doors, gossiping about the weather with a couple in the front row. "We've been waiting for a flight to Liverpool for three days." "It's like The Day After Tomorrow, isn't it? I sent me dad out for a spade and B & Q had sold out." "My husband's car's a BMW and that's crap in the snow." "Honestly, you couldn't even see the wheels."