chickenfeet

If I too could walk to work, I'd be there. However, six inches of the funny white stuff has crippled buses, trams, trains and almost every other form of transport. And I live ten miles from work. I suspect that the difference between where you are and where I am is that for you, a month of the stuff means that there's actually a political imperative to make sure everything doesn't grind to a halt. Over here, everyone's glad of the free day at home.