I was a milkman at that time, it being the best paid job I could get.
I started work at 3am. Believe me, it was that cold and felt even colder than that in the dark. One morning around 5 am I was sat in the cab of an UNHEATED electric milk float (no engine, no doors) wearing 27 items of clothing (yes, I did a count up right there) and couldnt feel my fingers or toes and almost chucked the job there and then. I had 2 young children at home though.
all the bottles of milk had 2" of frozen cream sticking out the tops.
At its worst I followed a JCB across the curry rivel road, the snow had drifted across the flat fields and piled between the hedges. It was 12 feet deep, right up the top of the hedge that was on both sides of the road. The digger took a scoop, turned to the side and dumped it over the hedge, turned back, took a scoop, dumped it over the hedge, and on and on and on for a quarter mile and all I could do was sit there edging forwards behind him before i could get past him. Lost count of the times I had to dig the truck out of snowdrifts or get a tractor to pull me clear.
I would be happy to die without ever seeing snow again. Even xmas cards depress me.