Talk about depressed...the igloo is now a pool of water. The threatened 12 foot deep snow drifts for Stoke-on-Trent are no-where to be seen and I'm outside the office, Hawaiian shirt on, sitting on a stripey deckchair sipping a Pina Colada.
Yes, welcome to December in Stoke-on-Trent. The suns out and three members of staff are sunbathing on the lawn outside our offices in Stoke-on-Trent.
How on earth the female members of staff just happened to have bikinis with them will remain a mystery for many years to come.
I know I have been like some demented weatherman this week but all this talk of snow in Stoke-on-Trent has ruined my life.
After two days of sleeping in the office and 422 verses of "One Green Bottle Standing On The Wall" sung out of tune with the office junior, I've had enough.
Even the MD has surrendered and refuses to talk to any of us. We realised at 10.50pm last night that it was futile waiting for the snow so we called an impromptu office Christmas party.
We dashed into the Las Vegas of the north, known locally as Hanley, and to make up for lost time ordered 200 quadruple vodkas with ice (this was the only ice I saw all night)...
Today I'm pleased that we only drank 198. The other two would have been crucial as to whether a member of staff would have had to pay a visit to the A&E unit.
We could not have faced waiting 63 hours for a University Hospital of North Staffordshire bed as someone did in a story reported today in the The Sentinel.
But then again, getting a bed of any kind after two days of kipping on the floor of the office would be a welcome relief...
Yes, welcome to December in Stoke-on-Trent. The suns out and three members of staff are sunbathing on the lawn outside our offices in Stoke-on-Trent.
How on earth the female members of staff just happened to have bikinis with them will remain a mystery for many years to come.
I know I have been like some demented weatherman this week but all this talk of snow in Stoke-on-Trent has ruined my life.
After two days of sleeping in the office and 422 verses of "One Green Bottle Standing On The Wall" sung out of tune with the office junior, I've had enough.
Even the MD has surrendered and refuses to talk to any of us. We realised at 10.50pm last night that it was futile waiting for the snow so we called an impromptu office Christmas party.
We dashed into the Las Vegas of the north, known locally as Hanley, and to make up for lost time ordered 200 quadruple vodkas with ice (this was the only ice I saw all night)...
Today I'm pleased that we only drank 198. The other two would have been crucial as to whether a member of staff would have had to pay a visit to the A&E unit.
We could not have faced waiting 63 hours for a University Hospital of North Staffordshire bed as someone did in a story reported today in the The Sentinel.
But then again, getting a bed of any kind after two days of kipping on the floor of the office would be a welcome relief...
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