Snow fun in Stoke-on-Trent

Today I'm blogging from inside my igloo somewhere in Stoke-on-Trent...it's chaos here, roads closed, people unable to get to work and more soup being drunk than beer at the last Christmas party.
There are rumours of a sleepover at our offices located in the heart of Stoke-on-Trent. Already the cleaner has been making up beds under the desks.
Due to a shortage of blankets we are now shredding paper to form bedding and flattening ink cartridge boxes and sticking them together to form blankets.
The MD has called for urgent military back-up or at the very least Red Cross parcel containing at least two dozen bottles of whisky and/or brandy.
To keep warm other senior managers have ordered hourly sing-a-longs (with the exception of the office junior who has been asked to mime because it would appear that his voice has still not quite broken.)
As I survey the winter wasteland, the 3mm of snow disappears and I wonder how life in the Artic never grinds to a halt yet a puff of snow in the Potteries becomes the bigger crisis since John Sergeant left Strictly Come Dancing...
Apparently we should blame the council gritters which failed to grit some of our hilly roads...well, at least it's an excuse of some kind...gritters that don't grit?!
For more news from Stoke-on-Artic, why not pop along to The Sentinel...