This Is Not A
Letter From Flatbush
And so the aftermath continues:
There was a two-foot high cotoneaster bush here until yesterday afternoon. Well, all right, it's probably still there, but it most certainly isn't two feet high anymore. Around about 15:00 on Friday, the overhang of snow shown here decided finally to let go and slide in an Alpine stylee off the roof and onto the garden.
What it also did was this:
There have been blocks of solid ice in the fall the size of house-bricks. Anyone caught underneath would have had nothing less than major concussion from the impact.
One thing's for certain; I won't be the only one phoning the Housing Department's repair line on Tuesday.