Trench Foot.

I didn't go to work today. I was going to, I was showered and dressed then I decided to ring in to see if anyone else had bothered to turn up. They had. But Mary suggested that if I didn't feel safe walking to work in the snow, I probably shouldn't bother. To be honest, it's not that I didn't feel safe, I just couldn't be bothered and it seemed like a good excuse.
I am now very tired from a whole day playing in the snow (well, part playing in the snow, part in the pub). It was good fun. We built an excellent snow man. Just look...Excellent, right? I particularly like the tail.
Snow ball fights are fun, aren't they? Especially when you pull off some really amazing shots and crack people on the head.
My feet got wet though, which isn't as fun. Three pairs of socks, soaked through. Disaster.

In other news, I have my driving theory test tomorrow. I'm not at all ready for it. Today, for example, I should have used it to learn the highway code or something. But I played in the snow. Right this second, I could be doing it. But I'm writing this blog. Right now. Look.

I'm going to have a cup of tea I think.