The weatherman got it right this time. We woke up to about five inches of snow this morning. The road outside was treacherous, so there was no way I could drive to the station. But at least the trains were still running. Even if it was a restricted service with a snow timetable.
Dawn, who didn't have boots or any other footwear she could put on to plough through the snow, decided to stay at home. I, on the other hand, persuaded by my boss's need for me to complete November's invoices, decided to walk the mile and three quarters to the station just as I had before Christmas.
Once at work I worked as quick as I could to get the invoices posted and with more snow forecast, and already still falling, decided to head home mid morning. Dawn's texts telling me that all she could see through the window at home was snow also influenced my decision a little. I did not want to get stuck in Enfield if the trains were cancelled.
Back at the house the phone rang and I was delighted to hear Dad's voice on the other end telling me that he was back home at last (after 38 days). I couldn't believe that they discharged him in these conditions. But as long as he got home safely, that's all that mattered.
Despite being at home this afternoon, it did not stop me working. I logged into the office over the Internet and worked my typical hours as usual.
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