Hello Hello, is there anybody out there? I can’t tell through the snowblindness, freezing fog outside and the steamed up windows from my washing drying on the radiator.
Yes. We had some snow. Did you hear? It didn’t seem to get a mention on the news. (FFS!)
But back at the start of the week, before the Beast from the East blew in and reduced lots of the UK to a standstill, we had a training day jolly to the HQ of our new work sponsor.
I’m not entirely sure what the purpose of this day out was. But suffice to say, we weren’t in work and we got a free lunch. My favourite part of the day I think was when our tour of the building went Pete Tong. Our guide attempted to help one of our less able bodied colleagues by taking us in a service lift so we didn’t have to take the stairs. This resulted in us wandering aimlessly round sets of back stairs and ultimately being shown the way out by some kind of janitor. It was reminiscent of that scene from Spinal Tap when they get lost backstage. Hello Manchester!
My friend and I went rogue at one stage and went to find a loo after we’d eaten in the canteen. We didn’t appear to have the requisite MI5 clearance to access the loos we found so we went in search of alternatives. We then ended up in another servants staircase, rattling doors and walking in on important looking meetings. Am pretty sure at one point we were moments away from being tasered and bums-rushed outside like Buddy the Elf from the Empire State Building. I know we were being watched, I saw the security cameras blinking.
The following day I was convinced I’d been singled out for non-conformity and poisoned for not having the chicken pasta. Death to the vegetarian! My guts were rough and I felt horribly sick all day. Lurching through the working day like something from the Walking Dead. After going straight to bed when I got in and sleeping right through, I felt fine the next day. Then Bman succumbed to it and if there’s anything that man does louder than sing to himself or snore, it’s throw up! Am amazed it didn’t register on the Richter scale. He’d only just resumed back to work after 3 days off with the flu. I hope 2018 isn’t going to be the Year of Physical Sickness. (Seeing as 2017 was the Year of Mental Illness).
School been closed Thursday and Friday due to the weather and my girls’ got sent home at 1030am on Wednesday so we’ve all been in the house for 5 days. Cabin fever is beginning to set in and if Ocado don’t turn up tomorrow it could go all Donner Party round here. (Apparently they’re going to eat me first because I’ve got the fleshiest bottom).
I did venture to the local shop on Day 1 with my youngest after I’d dug the old toboggan out of the shed. We then attempted to build a snowman but despite the amount of snow, it was rubbish for construction and the biting wind took the fun out of it, so we abandoned the idea before frostbite set in.
On a positive note, I got my first payday this week for my swim lessons. Score! Won’t be getting anything this week though as they were cancelled because of the snow. Our ghost hunt at East Drive was also cancelled. Everything was cancelled, what am I saying? Two days of snow and the entire island has come to a standstill.
My (practically) sister in law is stuck working in Glasgow. My friend was snowed ‘out’ and had to stay in York drinking wine with her sister in law, without husband or childerbeast to care for (tough gig).
The gas is running out apparently and people are freezing to death in the street. How does that even happen in this day and age in a supposedly rich country?
We’re about to fire up a family game of Cluedo while Knightrider is on on the background – because apparently it’s still 1983 in our house.
Keep warm people and stay safe