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Britain is in the grips of the big freeze

It started snowing yesterday. This is rare for London. I was in a meeting and was facing the window and interupted someone’s answer with a truimphant raising of the arms and a woohoo!, as is often my custom. They merely raised their eyebrows.

“It’s snowing!” I say.

“Eh, that’s not snow,” says Richard the Canadian.

The good thing about working in a big London office is that you can find someone who has been anywhere.

The bad thing about working in a big London office is that is that between you, you’ve seen it all and there’s always someone willing to tell you about it.

So any public declaration can be met with a conversation piece from someone who has experienced the same thing, only for them it was faster/cleaner/cheaper/softer/there were more of them/it lasted longer.

Me: “Woah. Did you see that?”
Colleague: “That’s nothing. This one time…”

Apologies to Richard the Canadian, who is a nice guy. I’m just saying, is all.

Irony just in:
My employer has gritted the space outside the smoking cabin, so my colleagues can smoke in safety without fear of slipping on the ice.

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