It’s 8pm on Sunday and the Met Office just issued a weather warnings. Blizzard is on the way to London. Well, I do hope my boss is watching this because I’ve got a feeling that I’m not going to the office tomorrow.
Hang on…I’m the boss. Scrap this. I send messages to my staff- beware of FAKE SNOW NEWS.
7:00am on Monday- no snow.
8:00am – still now snow.
9:00am- ditto. But there are news that snow is on the way. We anxiously monitor the situation. In case we are snowed in in the office, we have provisions of 2 packets of Oreos, a box of gingerbread cookies and a bottle of champagne. If we introduce rations, we will survive until tomorrow.
16:00pm- OMG a snowflake! I just saw a snowflake! Turns to others saw it too and so London happily descends into a widespread hysteria. Flight cancelled! Trains not working! Londoners take to Twitter. Someone suggest that Luftwaffe would have had better luck bombing us with snow. Could we NOT compromise national security, please?
18:00pm- Dispatches from our local Tesco. There’s no more tin food or cookies. We are fighting for the last loaf of bread. As it turns out, a childhood spent on queuing up for food behind an Iron Curtain equipped me exceptionally well and I’ve just made off wth the said bread. I’ve also bought a year supply of toilet roll and some more champagne. I’m now sure we can survive the snowmageddon.
23:00pm- OMG I just saw a snowflake!!!
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