After the recent bout of inclement weather, caused by either ‘The Beast From The East’ or ‘Storm Emma’, which may be the same thing or might be entirely different things, I am happy to report that all appears to have returned to normal vis-a-vis the British weather. Or it has where I live anyway, which is really all that counts.
Not that things ever really got that bad here in Reading. We did have some snow last week, but not that much really. A few schools closed on Thursday, but sadly not the one I work in. Most schools closed on Friday, which, happily, did include the one I work in.
So I had a long weekend, which was nice. And there was snow, which is fun if you don’t have anywhere to be (though less fun if you do have somewhere to be). Fortuitously I had only been planning to go to work on Friday so it was no great hardship that I couldn’t get there. And actually, I probably could have got there had it not been closed, but it was closed so I didn’t bother leaving the house.
By Saturday, when I did have places to be that were eminently more appealing than work, the snow had largely dissipated and I was able to travel in relative safety, so it all worked out rather well really.
But now the snow has gone. It’s raining instead. Which is less fun than snow, but unlikely to result in much disruption to my daily commute, so it looks like I’ll be in work everyday this week. Which I’m broadly ok with because they do have the decency to pay me, albeit not as much as I’d like them to pay me.
But I didn’t mind having Friday off.
Today I spent the whole day telling anyone who would listen that I spent all of Friday completing paperwork at home.
But, if I’m honest, I didn’t do that at all.
Then again, pretending I’ve done lots of work, when really I’ve done very little, is largely my modus operandi on any normal working day.