Frozen
I was twenty minutes late for work this morning, but I brought a note from home just in case I was summoned to the Controller's office and given the strap. It's the weather, you see. Inverness sits in a bit of a basin in the landscape and, for the past few days, that basin has been full of mist and the whole city feels like one of those freezer-food shops. I keep expecting to see Kerry Katona wandering around with plates of cocktail sausages and profiteroles.
I had the cunning idea of keeping a bottle of slightly diluted screen wash in the car so that I could douse the windscreen . Alas the whole bottle froze and the contents looked like a huge blue popsicle or a lump of that stuff that falls out of airplane toilet systems. So I had to sit there, waiting for the car heater to do its business and listening to Graham Stewart on Morning Extra talking about plans to install speed limiters in cars. I gave a bitter laugh, but that caused the glass to mist up again.
Technically, me listening to the radio is actually part of my job, so I wasn't really late for work at all.
Honestly, sir.
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