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'
Look how pretty!
I sport the lastest in snow dressing: a Chanel-style hat and a scarf knitted by me and my mum!
Icy eh?
I managed to get a train from this station, goodness knows how...
...and was then greeted by this cheerful sight
Oh yeah.
After work, we took refuge in this pretty pub for a nice reward of Guinness
They had this rather miserable-looking snowman(perhaps he was unhappy because drunken fools were discussing how best to construct a 'snow cock' within earshot.)
