I'm half English, half Swedish, and I live in Scotland, so I may have a fairly specialised perspective on it...
I'm always astonished by the way Britain's surprised by every snowfall. "Oh god, there's snow! Like, er, every year."
As far as I'm concerned, there's no excuse for roads to not be clear. There's no excuse - with as little snow as we're having in Scotland - for Edinburgh airport to be closed. (My wife and I are currently having a three-day holiday in Edinburgh at the airline's expense, because our flight was pushed from Thursday to Sunday.)
I just don't get it. I learned to drive in Borlänge, a town about halfway up Sweden, in the early months of 2005. Blizzards, an inch and a half of solid ice on the roads, a foot or two of snow, temperatures down towards -15, -20. We had lessons on the skid pan, all that. And I grew up in Sweden during the 80s and 90s, when Christmas meant snow, rather than the anaemic winters we have these days. (Seriously - if the snow's gone by April, it doesn't count.)
Anyway. Yeah, we've had snow in southwest Scotland, and we've got snow here in Edinburgh. Didn't bother us on the drive up in a bog-standard SAAB estate, and it certainly hasn't bothered me in my Land Rover - but then, it wouldn't.
EDIT: I'm Swedish; I love snow and winter. My wife, who's South African, isn't quite so keen. ;-)