City slickers and sliders

I love snow. I like the crunching noise it makes underfoot and the thwacking noise it makes on contact with the human body when in snowball form.

With day 2 of “Travel Chaos meets the City of London” squarely underway I finally made it into the office this morning and found an ambulance parked outside. The reason became obvious when I found my co-workers playing a game of “spot who’s going to fall on the ice at the zebra crossing“. They informed me that there were at least three people in the ambulance who’d fallen victim and two more went down while I watched. I did ask our building facilities people if we had any salt we could give them but all they had was “lo-salt” from the canteen which is great on a healthy lunch but little help in keeping your skull away from an icy pavement. Cue the arrival of a police car and we all gathered by the window to watch two of the City’s finest then spend the best part of an hour trying to clear away the ice with a shovel and a tire iron before another police car turned up with a bag of salt.

Back home neither of the A class roads near my house were gritted and there’s no sign of it happening in the City either so it leaves me wondering where all of the gritting lorries have gone!?!?

As a final slap on the red and rosy cheeks both of the meetings I was due to have today have been cancelled as the other attendees can’t make it. Pub it is then.