Quizzes & Puzzles1 min ago
So, who actually tried to get into work today?
I'm in London, and pretty much everything ground to a halt this morning.
My question is this - how many AB'ers managed to get to work, how many tried and were forced to go back home, and how many turned cartwheels in their bedrooms and spent the whole day watching 'Cash In The Attic' whilst shovelling tea and Jaffa cakes down their necks?
My question is this - how many AB'ers managed to get to work, how many tried and were forced to go back home, and how many turned cartwheels in their bedrooms and spent the whole day watching 'Cash In The Attic' whilst shovelling tea and Jaffa cakes down their necks?
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I'm unemployed at the moment, so I didn't have to go to work. (I did have to 'sign' at the Jobcentre, at 1210. They said they were planning to close at 1230 but I couldn't really see why. It hadn't taken me any longer to drive there than normal).
Many years ago, when I was teaching in Sheffield, we had a lot of snow and the buses were all cancelled. As instructed, I listened to the local BBC station to see if our school was on the list of closures. It wasn't, so I set out on the 8 mile walk (with snow up to my thighs in some places). When I got there, I found out that the announcement about our school closure had been put out only a few minutes after I'd left home. So I had to turn straight round and walk 8 miles home again.
Many years ago, when I was teaching in Sheffield, we had a lot of snow and the buses were all cancelled. As instructed, I listened to the local BBC station to see if our school was on the list of closures. It wasn't, so I set out on the 8 mile walk (with snow up to my thighs in some places). When I got there, I found out that the announcement about our school closure had been put out only a few minutes after I'd left home. So I had to turn straight round and walk 8 miles home again.
Four hours???
You have my sincere sympathy.
I gave up first thing in the morning, because there were so many people in the lobby of the station, that they closed the gates.
I managed to get in quite easily at lunchtime, then made the mistake of putting my headphones on, on the way home. Because of Coldplay (how ironic), I didn't hear the station announcer say that the Met Line which was supposed to be heading towards Kings Cross would instead be going in the opposite direction, depositing me at Finchley Road.
You have my sincere sympathy.
I gave up first thing in the morning, because there were so many people in the lobby of the station, that they closed the gates.
I managed to get in quite easily at lunchtime, then made the mistake of putting my headphones on, on the way home. Because of Coldplay (how ironic), I didn't hear the station announcer say that the Met Line which was supposed to be heading towards Kings Cross would instead be going in the opposite direction, depositing me at Finchley Road.
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Good Lord! Brachi and Nick on the same post too... How the devil are you both and good to see your little pixels on here.
So Splat, are you suggesting tomorrow I should stick to kitten heels then rather than the usual stilletto? ;0) (Seriously, walked in to office today and explained that the first person who had a problem with my trainers and jeans could cover the whole directorate on their own!)
So Splat, are you suggesting tomorrow I should stick to kitten heels then rather than the usual stilletto? ;0) (Seriously, walked in to office today and explained that the first person who had a problem with my trainers and jeans could cover the whole directorate on their own!)
I saw a girl walking/tottering down the street, arms out stretched and eyes firmly focused on the groun in heels today... I didn't know whether to give her kudos or a gentle nudge in the pavement direction. Forunately for her my conscience was having a ciggie with me and explained how pushing randomers over would not help the bed crisis and give me more work.
I think Splat should send the car round for me too and take me up the road. We're practically neighbours these days and it'd be a lovely gesture! ;0P
I think Splat should send the car round for me too and take me up the road. We're practically neighbours these days and it'd be a lovely gesture! ;0P
CD - I too saw a young woman teetering around on heels much like Bambi on in that scene where she first encounters the iced lake.
I hope for her sake she puts on trainers tomorrow.
CD - I would send the car round but even I have been refused a lift!!!
Postdog - no post for us. Totally understandable under the circumstances.
I hope for her sake she puts on trainers tomorrow.
CD - I would send the car round but even I have been refused a lift!!!
Postdog - no post for us. Totally understandable under the circumstances.
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Looks like no more snow yet Nick.... Although I'm still here in my PJs staring at how cold it looks outside. I'm good, working in London again in an area in the NHS that erm... well it suits my personality... right, time to go wait for the car that I'm pretty sure Splat has sorted out for me; he's so kind! ;0)
Let's put a little perspective to this, we had a few inches of snow in the capital, and the whole works grinds to a halt.
We had wall to wall coverage by the media, I am convinced that had the same amount of snow fell in the North of the country (which it generally does) and London missed it, it would have hardly reached the headlines.
The thing that amused me was the fact that hundreds of schools up and down the country closed, why? Because little Wayne or Leanne might slip, or the heating might be off and they would be cold.
So they give them the day off, and how do they spend the day sliding or sledging out of doors in the cold cold snow.
In the winter of 1947, there was no heating in the class rooms for the kids, they did their lessons dressed in top coat (if their parents could afford to buy them one) a Balaclava hat, wellies and the boys in short pants.
At least they left school being able to read and write.
We had wall to wall coverage by the media, I am convinced that had the same amount of snow fell in the North of the country (which it generally does) and London missed it, it would have hardly reached the headlines.
The thing that amused me was the fact that hundreds of schools up and down the country closed, why? Because little Wayne or Leanne might slip, or the heating might be off and they would be cold.
So they give them the day off, and how do they spend the day sliding or sledging out of doors in the cold cold snow.
In the winter of 1947, there was no heating in the class rooms for the kids, they did their lessons dressed in top coat (if their parents could afford to buy them one) a Balaclava hat, wellies and the boys in short pants.
At least they left school being able to read and write.
