Country Grinds To Halt etc

Actually, everywhere, it seems, apart from Manchester. We've got about an inch of snow and no one's leaving work. Mostly because we are NAILS.

Obviously I have reverted, as always in such situations, to a nightmare school child. I've spent the whole afternoon staring out of the window and moaning loudly whenever a teacher director comes near that it's not fair and we should be allowed to go home. This has obviously endeared me greatly to my colleagues.

Obviously the real reason I want to go home is not because the journey will be dangerous or that I am in any way fearful for my ability to get home if I leave later…two words:

Kittens

Snow

Nuff said.