Despite the fact that I live in north east London (nowhere near a tube) and work south west, I managed to get into the office last Monday. Frankly, this is still irritating me. Does anyone else see a problem with the fact that our country lost billions and billions of pounds so we could have a 'Snow Day?' So that bankers could strap their previously desk-ridden backsides to a makeshift sleigh instead of a plush leather chair? Strap some old tennis rackets onto the base of your stilettos and bloody get on with things, I say. NHS radiographer Peter Cartwright walked 18 miles to get to Guy’s Hospital. What a guy! I think everyone who 'battled' their way to work deserves some kind of recognition, perhaps a duvet-coddling day off? A little bonus maybe? Who's with me?
I documented the day with photographs (unfortunately the snowman pictured is not my creation-I had work to do).
I documented the day with photographs (unfortunately the snowman pictured is not my creation-I had work to do).
The night before 'Snow Day'
3 comments:
Well done! I can't believe you got all that way without a bus in sight.
Work told us not to come so I played in the snow
Well done for battling your way in.
I valiantly worked through it (lucky for me though, from home!) while the other half had permission from his office to piddle about in the snow. Curse him!
Personally I can forgive the system not working on the Monday - if it only happens once every 2 decades it's not something we should spend a fortune preparing for every year - but the fact we were still struggling for most of the week was a bit embarrassing!
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