Cult. You should be ashamed of yourself making your Carer accompany you on a shopping trip to Sainsbury's, even though she's on crutches. However, you failed in your main aim which was to find enough snow to construct a model of Ian Tunnacliffe.
Mister Heslop,
It will teach her to read the small print on the pre-nuptial contract the next time she gets married.
Anyhow, at least I know where Sainsbury's in Altrincham is located.
You should be ashamed, sending poor Jenny out on her own to battle through such Arctic conditions, whilst you are at home in the warmth watching Murder She Wrote or Countdown, just so that you have a Fray Bentos pie for your evening meal.
I reckon that all the snow currently lying on the Moss Lane pitch might just amount to enough to construct a snowman homage to the peerless Tunna in the style of The Angel Of The North.