PANIC!

Awoken this morning to be advised "It's snowing, but it's not sticking".

Got up, took one look in the mirror and realised that my day had the potential to go arse end up on the basis of my hair behaving like this.

Never, for one second, believe anyone who tells you that short hair is easier to deal with.  It isn't!

Despite hair malfunction, managed to drive through the wintry conditions to get to work surprisingly early.  I even beat Cody into the building, so that's a first.

Then a fair amount of panic ensued (not from me mind you) about "whether" conditions - whether staff would get to work, whether we would have enough staff in the building to teach first lesson, whether any schools were closing, whether it was going to carry on snowing...

You get the idea.

Then it was the incessant stating of the bleeding obvious by the youngsters.
"Oooooh, it's freezing"  ("almost, but not quite" I frequently replied in pedantic tones)
"Ooooh, I am am soaking" ("yes, well that's why sensible people wear coats in this type of weather" I said, calmly)
"Oh my hands are numb" ("Have we been throwing snowballs by any chance?" I sighed, with long-suffering angst)
"Are we going home early?" ("No we bloody are not, I have planned lessons and I will damn well teach them")
"Miss, Miss, it's snowing"  ("REALLY?  IS IT?  I WOULDN'T HAVE GUESSED.  THE NEXT PERSON WHO MENTIONS SNOW WILL SPEND THEIR BREAKTIME WITH ME")

It makes me wonder how the Canadians, Norwegians, Swedes, Finns, Danes and all of the other peoples who live in much snowier, much colder climes than us manage to do anything at all.

Anyway, all is well.  Sofa bound, small glass of wine on the go (first one in about 3 weeks) and about to watch 'Spin" on the tellybox.

Can you sense that I am getting anxious about the forthcoming surgery?????