I am reporting to you on a day in which nothing happened, at all, anywhere in
To put this situation into context, 10cms comes to the top of the average adult’s ankle. There are a great many rules in
Above you will see another of my scenes from the bedroom. You may just be able to make out a pair of Canada Geese on the opposite bank. The geese seem not to have altered what they would normally be doing to take account of the fact that it has snowed. They are from
Yes, I could talk about why we don’t have plans ‘in place’ as authorities like to say to deal with a cold snap and why men in orange jackets need to get down on their knees and personally dust off the tracks in order for the trains to run, but, for once, everyone seemed to be smiling. Schools were all closed and children and their parents (after harrumphing unconvincingly for the benefit of copious news cameras about not being able to get to their place of employment), promptly donned their best woolly hats and grabbed the family sized baking tray to make for the nearest gentle slope.
To be honest, it would be pointless for us to bother creating a whole infrastructure to deal with heavy snowfalls when they only happen for one day every five years. Better everyone just stays home for a day and has fun building a snow person in the shape of John ‘Prezzies’
- Looking for a new job
- Bidding for car parts on eBay
- Searching lastminute.com for a mini-break
- Playing Free Cell and/or Minesweeper
- Deleting Viagra spam from the inbox
- Making coffee for the entire floor
- Composing and laminating threatening notes about kitchen slovenliness.
Who can be a loser if everyone gets a couple of days off to bond over frostbite and stir up a bit of that blitz spirit, especially as it’s likely to happen all over again tomorrow bringing the windfall of a four day weekend for most. There could be trouble ahead if boardroom Scrooges miss the point and order staff to deduct the two days from their annual leave but they will be the losers as productivity plummets to fifteen minutes a day.
Although we all benefit from the good will and howdy do-dee that the white stuff brings, the big winners will be the estates of Sammy Cahn and Jules Styne whose 1945 song ‘Let It Snow’ is on continuous rotation on every radio and television network in the land. We may not be able to devise a strategy for dealing with the traffic chaos that a few flurries bring but we might think about expanding the song cycle a little. I suggest ‘Snow Way To Say Goodbye’ by Leonard Cohen. If you want cheering up, Len’s your man…