‘Hello there, it’s turned into a rather slippery Friday morning hasn’t it? Ice is going to be quite a widespread problem this morning, and, for those in the East, snow could, possibly, become something of an issue this weekend.’
Lily sighed from her spot on the couch, almost clicked the television back off so that she didn’t have to hear the presenter’s far too chipper voice. She pushed herself to her feet, walked into the kitchen, and put the kettle on instead.
She could still hear the presenter from the kitchen, could hear his smooth, upbeat voice over the quiet hiss of the kettle, the subtle metal buzzing of the toaster as she toasted herself a piece of bread.
'Let’s take a closer look at things this afternoon. You can see this low pressure system working its way across the eastern parts,’ Lily poked her head back into the living room, saw the presenter gesturing towards a long, blue line stretching from East Sussex all the way to fucking Northampton, 'This system is a dry one, so I’m not too worried about snow coming in today, though you might see a few flurries across this stretch at some point today. In terms of snow, we’re really looking at this weekend — we got this system here moving in from the West that’s pretty saturated, so we can definitely expect some snow this weekend, starting late Saturday, early Sunday. Central London looks slated to get the worst of it, so you’re definitely going to want to take some precautions this weekend.’
Lily’s groan drowned out the sound of the kettle clicking off.