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Back in the old days, the one of the worst years for snow for us in North London would be 1967 or 68. I still lived at home, and when I got up to go to work, all I could see of my Hillman Imp was the top 6 inches of the car and the roof' and that was not drift, but just how much snow had fallen overnight. Instead of a twenty minute drive into work, I walked to the nearest tube station, went into Central London to get a train back out to Tottenham - buses weren't running; all of which took about 3 hours.
Whilst at work I walked along to my friendly car accessory shop and purchased a set of chains, which I fitted the next morning as that was the only way that I could have driven to work, the roads still being snow covered. And for my sins, I had to take my father and a neighbour to their work as they couldn't drive. That was the first time that I have ever known for my father to not go to work, apart from holidays - he had plenty of those!
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