Delayed Weather Report

I know this is all so very last week, but – hey! did you hear about all the snow? It proper, really, heavily snowed in London last Monday. And this great city, without any hesitation, ground to a slippery, slithering halt.

For most people, it meant a bonus day off work. For most people, it was a day to make snowmen, throw snowballs and be uncharacteristically neigbourly and friendly.

I was not one of the most people.

Instead, I was one of the dozen or so numpties in the entire city who managed to make it to work. Lucky me – I live near the new fangled DLR train system; the only system of transport in all of London Town that manages to keep working when too hot, too cold, too wet or too dry weather closes all other options. Granted, it was a 30 minute slip ‘n slide to get to the station, but I thought I should at least try. You can imagine the crushing disappointment when within 5 minutes of arriving there, a bright red DLR train turned up to whisk me over to work. Mat, meanwhile, was all nicely tucked back into the flat for his bonus Snowy Monday Of No Work.