The White Stuff

Woke up to six inches of snow this morning after a heavy snowfall last night. Last night, seeing exactly how much was coming down, vast whirls of mist and powder and huge fat flakes, unconcerned, resting gently on telephone wires, piling up into enormous sculpted wedges on parked cars and so forth, gave my boss a brief text about what I should do if the buses weren't running this morning. She says: start walking early. I don't say, but badly want to say: Oh just fuck off. Settle for ranting at long suffering parents instead. Buses were running. However, none of the shops were open apart from ours..........Hellish. At least that was my last day.