An email warning from an office to the north has given the evacuation warning.
The Mega Killy Snows of Death are coming.
I'm quite partial to just staying here, watching the country collapse into snowy paranoia and the early, supermarket-raiding stages of the apocalypse.
Who fancies a quick camp fire in the middle of the office and a few rounds of Cumbaya?
There is thunder, lightning and thick falling flakes outside my office window.
I might go home in a bit.
Incidentally, if you're reading this in a snow-free London, or the South of England...GET OUT! GET OUT WHILE YOU STILL CAN!
AAAARGH!
I'm safely tucked up in Uborka cottages, waiting for Karen to arrive. I'm staying.
Oh yes. I'm staying.
Ah. Yes I got stuck in the 'blizzard' (well actually stuck in the wrong place to be precise), finally got home around 20 mins ago. Will not be leaving again for a long time!
Ahh see I didn't get that e-mail. Riddled with viruses, I expect... :)
Hmmm. I'm having to drive a clapped out mini northwards tomorrow.
Chances of survival? slim.
If only you'd posted this an hour earlier, Stuart!