Feb. 1984 was very cold and snowy after the big chunk of PV settled down over France/Germany/+
Early Jan 1984 I was moving house and snow was around then but memory fading for details.
I'm bloody awful at pinning dates to snowfalls, but I remember this one. I'd broken my arm playing rugby for the school sometime around end of Nov/beginning of Dec. First game back was in Jan on a Saturday morning, I got caught at the bottom of a ruck, and had the same arm stamped on. Pain was intense and my wrist swelled up to twice normal size. Back to the hospital where before I'd had x-rays the doctor told me I'd broken it. I promptly threw up - another month in plaster! X-rays revealed no break, but a ruptured muscle & badly bruised bone. Relief. By the time I got home, it was snowing & settling. When my mates called, I remember not being allowed out to play in the snow (I was 11, nearly 12) because I had my arm strapped up.
Wasn't the last time it snowed that winter, because I've got another memory of being in high school in my 1st year and being part of a group of about 100 pupils stood at the front of the school grounds one break and pelting passing busses & lorries with snowballs. The headmaster - real old school; always wore a black cape! - came running out shouting at us all to stop where we were. Everyone ran, but guess which numpty slipped on his arse? He was quick for someone in their 60's and by the time I'd scrambled to my feet, he was about 20 yards away. I made to scarper and he roared "Don't you dare, boy!". So I stopped and accepted my fate, being surprised and relieved that it consisted only of being lectured for a minute on the stupidity of throwing snowballs at vehicles.
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