Yay For Working From Home

Hoorah for living on the east coast.
For any Colonials amongst you who think Africa and Europe are countries and that we are involved in a border dispute with Irakistan, here's some geography: Norfolk is a bug lump of land that sticks out into the North Sea, a bit like Angelina Jolie's arse, only not quite so unfeasibly firm.

Stand on the beach a short drive from my house and look north and there's nothing but grey, freezing sea, a whole lot of ice and the occasional polar bear between that point and the north pole, which means that when the winter northerly winds start to blow we get the arctic slap in the face like a custard pie straight from the freezer.

The rest of the country avoids all of that, so when I emailed my snow photos to the office at five this morning to tell them I'd be working from home I got a flurry of replies (not until gone nine when they arrived at work) going "Oooooh!" and ""Ahhhhh" and "Look at the lovely snow!"

Wankers.

The upside to all of that is that I don't have seven hours of crap commute today (which would inevitably have stretched by a few hours due to the weather conditions).
After I'd emailed the office (and spent a few gleeful minutes sliding up and down the road on the hard-packed snow and black ice - a fifty year old man ice skating in the street in the dark at five in the morning; not something you see every day) I had breakfast in bed and a nice soak in the bath.
Bliss!

Since six, I've been working away happily, all snug and warm, listening to a couple of Berg operas (Wozzeck and Lulu) that would have given the girls at work conniptions, drinking boffo coffee and generally getting far enough ahead in my work that I'll be able to snuggle down on the sofa and watch old movies after lunch (though NOT Fargo).

The snowman on the way in to the village looked nervous and uncomfortable this morning, watching with increasing alarm as the patches of green grass encroached on his personal space.
The thaw has set in.
By lunchtime he'll be more of a snow-penis.

Here are a couple more shots from yesterday:

This is the Dutch honeysuckle just outside my dining room window. Not quite at its gloriously scented best at the moment.

And this is the white lilac (very white, yesterday) outside the kitchen window with winter jasmine down in the bottom right hand corner that will soon be a mass of yellow flowers.

Roll on spring!

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Lunchtime update!

The poor snowman had every reason to look worried. Here he is a few minutes ago; a sad, mouldering snow-corpse.
The only good snowman is a dead snowman.