I love the snow!
Bearing in mind that I am in a good mood, having my annual Christmas Party tomorrow with friends, family and neighbours and generally feeling very happy with life and very blessed, it seems cruel to find joy in the general carnage caused by the weather.
In the middle of all the snow, ice and general misery, it's been hard to avoid media coverage of how badly it has all been handled. But there is a little light relief.
On Tuesday, my business partner, Richard, had two meetings in Paris. He left his house in Buckinghamshire at 6.30, got held up by delayed tubes and just missed his train from St Pancras. Because a train had already been cancelled, he couldn't get on the next one. So he finally got on one two hours late. He calculated that he could still make his second meeting and re-schedule his first one to do after. He boarded the train, having alerted all parties to the new arrangements and settled back.
FIVE minutes out of St Pancras it was announced that because of adverse weather conditions, the journey would take TWO HOURS longer than usual. In the end, he got to Paris, turned round and got a train back. £400 and 18 hours later he arrived home.
Back in the office on Wednesday he told the story, to general gales of laughter. Sweetly, or perhaps to escape the hilarity at his expense, he offered to go and buy lunch for us all. Off he popped, and when he got back, ALL the lifts had stopped working.
He had to climb all 8 floors (chapeau, Rich, you're fit - in a totally health-related way) and delivered now slightly tepid soup to us all.
Priceless.
And Richard, not known for his general levity, finally saw the funny side. Bless.
