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Snow day! Honest-to-God snow day. While I could probably make it in if I tried, by walking half an hour into town, waiting through the "severe disruption" for a bus and hoping like hell that Headington Hill has been gritted, the people who were supposed to be administering my mock exam can't get in from outside of Oxford; upon phoning to find out Shim has been told in no uncertain terms that you're not coming in. So, real, actual snow day!
(Of course, the difference is that I am a grown-up and entirely aware that this is not good news for all the people trying valiantly to get somewhere, and particularly my parents, who are both living on the hospital main site for a few days in case of surgical emergency (although, my father says they have clean linens and hot meals paid for, god bless the NHS), but. I don't have to do an exam today! I don't think I can be blamed for being in a far better mood entirely. Also, the snow is five inches thick, ludicrously and extravagantly beautiful and still coming down. I brought my big boots and we're going for a walk by the lake.)
In other news entirely, Gordon Brown is not a GQMF.
(Of course, the difference is that I am a grown-up and entirely aware that this is not good news for all the people trying valiantly to get somewhere, and particularly my parents, who are both living on the hospital main site for a few days in case of surgical emergency (although, my father says they have clean linens and hot meals paid for, god bless the NHS), but. I don't have to do an exam today! I don't think I can be blamed for being in a far better mood entirely. Also, the snow is five inches thick, ludicrously and extravagantly beautiful and still coming down. I brought my big boots and we're going for a walk by the lake.)
In other news entirely, Gordon Brown is not a GQMF.
