My snow moan is: set off from home in the Mids at 0645 last Weds to travel to Sittingbourne via Heathrow. After being parked on the M1 for many hours due to accident delays I eventually checked into my hotel at 1700 hrs. Having cancelled my Heathrow appointment, deciding to go t'other way round the M25.
You really can't expect to go anywhere now without delays. Being a vaguely organised bloke I had crisps, fags, (vital) chocolate and water. Oh, and a shovel in the boot. And a cheeky little 12V kettle..... With a stash of cup a soups. Effin luxureee.
It will be all right in the end. If it isn't all right yet, then it is not yet the end..