THE SUNDAY CORRESPONDENTS

IT'S NOT AS BAD AS 1947....Whilst discussing this fearsome winter we’re having, my old mum was telling me of how bad the snow was in 1947, and how she had met my dad - who had dug for hours to rescue her from the cut-off Co-op in Cleckheaton. From Blitz to blizzards, you could say.It got me thinking that thankfully, I too have personal romantic, quixotic wintry stories I can regale upon my descendants in the years to come:1981/1982 – Leeds General Infirmary. Over New Year.Chronic p...

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