Britain is famous for falling apart at the first sign of snow and this week we really lived up to expectations. For some reason, nobody had bothered gritting the roads before the snow started falling. Perhaps whoever is in charge had engaged Michael Fish as a special weather advisor? Whatever the cause, the SE descended into a frozen wonderland of stationary and abandoned cars. It took me five and a half hours to get from Hounslow to Wokingham and others I have spoken to fared even worse. But I did get home eventually and I suppose if everything worked like it does in Switzerland, we would all be bored and the papers would have nothing to write about.