After a brief snow ball fight with the children, I set off to work on foot. I joined many others walking along the tracks in the road, occasionally retreating to the pavements to avoid a car.
There is something very 'Blitz-esque' about walking through 8inches of snow to get to work. My stiff upper lip was complemented by a sizable dew drop on my nose.
To be very honest, I was disappointed not to have hill walking sticks, clearly a must-have for Earley commuters. However, my trusty wellingtons only let me down once - a very graceful bum slide, limited spectators, zero audible guffaws.
I now feel very manly that I battled & overcome, arriving at the sanctuary of my study in the church offices, whilst mere mortals wallow in the safety of their homes.
Keep Calm and Carry On. Who cares if I miss all the fun whilst sitting here alone...