Snowpocalypse the second...

 Honestly, I shouldn't be surprised that the Snowpocalypses of the past couple of years are becoming predictably regular now, but... still.  It's been do-able getting into work recently (much helped by my plundering the Uniqlo Heattech website last week) but then the freakin' buses quit running this morning and I just... kinda gave in to the fact that I've been popping cold remedies like smarties for the past week and decided that a 45 minute trudge to the station through foot deep snow was not really something I wanted to get into today.

Except... We don't really have that tradition of Snow Days in the UK.  It's awkward, and a little embarrassing, admitting that you're just not going to make the extra effort and I could really have done with being at work today.  Soooo... not so much of the fun Snow Day.  Mostly I fretted, and waded around the back garden restocking the bird feeder, and started knitting something (something else that was not the thing I started knitting at the weekend and promptly lost the pattern for, obviously), and then started making scones... except then I realised we were out of eggs, and had to wait for my sister's handily-timed supply drop.  

It wasn't that I didn't have a hundred other things I would have loved to do today, given an actual free day but... It really didn't feel free, as such, and I couldn't relax, dammit.

And here endeth the incessant whining :o)