British Snow-Wimps

I thought I'd left all this behind. Snow and cold, that is.
Actually I'm not complaining. This so-called cold is not nice but it's positively balmy compared to what I've experienced in Chicago. I've written about it often, but the cold in Chicago makes your nostril hairs freeze. I remember once telling my brother that it was minus 40 with the wind chill factor (which is the same in both Centigrade and Fahrenheit) and he said "That can't be right, that's a walk-in freezer." Yup.
I used to walk the dog looking like I was either going to scale the west face of Everest or rob a bank. You decide.
I've also experienced snow that was feet rather then inches deep, although the roads where I now find myself are more treacherous as they're narrow and not ploughed. My little Mazda isn't the best car for slippy roads.
What I wasn't prepared for was the utter panic by Britain in general. I mean I grew up here. I remember it snowing when I was trying to get to school and by golly, we just walked. (And it was miles.) I realize I'm sounding like an old codger, but since when did Britain become such a nation of wimps?
Actually, I found this on Twitter and it made me chuckle. It's spot on.