all quiet on the western front

Boss is unexpectedly off, today. Half day holiday, then! Hurrah!

No? Bugger.

Still, it's still quite nice to just be able to bimble along and get stuff done without interruptions and all. The boss is a decent bloke, but he has a habit of portraying everything as deadly urgent.

I think the weather has affected his decision to come in. Living, as he does, up Northampton way, he has been inundated with four, maybe five centimetres of snow. Can't have that. No way in. It's the end of civilisation.

To be fair, it is always the case in England, that even a minute amount of snow brings the place to a halt. We just aren't prepared for it. A lot of people complain, and point to the continent, particularly Scandinavia, and observe that their countries carry on happily even under several feet of snow, which lasts for weeks and/or months. But that's the point, really isn't it? They get tons of the stuff on an annual basis. Outside the Highlands of Scotland, the North Yorkshire Moors, and a couple of other comparatively remote parts of the country we, like nun on sabbatical, are lucky if we get six inches in twenty years.

God bless the Gulf Stream.

I for one would be appalled if the local council blew a couple of million quid on specialist snow clearing equipment that may be used over two nights a year. Probably less.

Anyway, the upshot is that I have no-one breathing down my neck today, and I am enjoying it. I still have quite a bit to get done, but I'll be doing it at my pace.

all quiet on the western front

Boss is unexpectedly off, today. Half day holiday, then! Hurrah!

No? Bugger.

Still, it's still quite nice to just be able to bimble along and get stuff done without interruptions and all. The boss is a decent bloke, but he has a habit of portraying everything as deadly urgent.

I think the weather has affected his decision to come in. Living, as he does, up Northampton way, he has been inundated with four, maybe five centimetres of snow. Can't have that. No way in. It's the end of civilisation.

To be fair, it is always the case in England, that even a minute amount of snow brings the place to a halt. We just aren't prepared for it. A lot of people complain, and point to the continent, particularly Scandinavia, and observe that their countries carry on happily even under several feet of snow, which lasts for weeks and/or months. But that's the point, really isn't it? They get tons of the stuff on an annual basis. Outside the Highlands of Scotland, the North Yorkshire Moors, and a couple of other comparatively remote parts of the country we, like nun on sabbatical, are lucky if we get six inches in twenty years.

God bless the Gulf Stream.

I for one would be appalled if the local council blew a couple of million quid on specialist snow clearing equipment that may be used over two nights a year. Probably less.

Anyway, the upshot is that I have no-one breathing down my neck today, and I am enjoying it. I still have quite a bit to get done, but I'll be doing it at my pace.