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."