Snow!

Good morning!

Well, it's nearly 7:45am and I've been up for two hours. On my day off. *blinks* It's daft though, isn't it? When I plan to get up and be productive, I sleep through my alarm and ruin the day. When I give myself permission to sleep in, I'm wide awake at 5am. Bonkers. It's particularly bonkers since I *needed* the sleep. Yesterday I bit the bullet and asked the ENT nurse to look at my throat. Turns out I have tonsillitis and need antibiotics and since illnesses get worse the more run down you are, I told myself that sleep was more important than any of the errands I need to run in the next few days. Plus, yesterday was horrendous at work. I've never felt so put upon. I missed my second break and couldn't really talk by 7pm because it was so busy. So why the frog couldn't I sleep? Puh.

In my two hours, I've had a little tidy and made a to-do list, a delivery list, order Christmas flowers for Mum and checked on the status of my Christmas orders. All but two have been dispatched and should be coming before Christmas. Hooray! Later, I'll be heading into Cardiff to finish off the last of my shopping and run a few errands:

• Pay for Christmas dinner (get credit card!)
• Buy soluble paracetamol and Difflam at Boots
• Go to the nice tea shop
• Go to the Disney shop if the tea shop has no nice mugs
• Pick up 2 x nephew card, a fiancee card and 2 x bottle bags in a card shop
• Buy Mini Ninjas and Mirror's Edge for PS3

Then I'll come home and maybe Stu and I can get delivering some cards and presents. Then there's the epic wrapathon, due sometime today or tomorrow. *cries* The worst bit about Christmas.

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Yesterday morning it snowed. I certainly wasn't expecting snow but when I got up, clutching my aching throat like Lady Macbeth, and peered through my blinds (and condensation...) it was like Narnia outside. We'd had three inches and more was coming down. A text from Lisa told me that she couldn't get her 4x4 out. Heck, if she couldn't get her Jeep out, I wasn't going to test my little Micra in the snow. I phoned work, who had been expecting my call and then I did the worst thing I could have done: curled up and napped on the couch with Stu, who had got up under the idea that he'd drive me to work. I felt groggy all day after my lovely nap. *sigh*

I eventually got to work about 9:30; Lisa came in after 10am. Parking was awful. I ended up parking miles away from the hospital, over by the old psych ward on the most slippery car park ever. Naturally, nobody (except Wendy) says "thanks" or "well done" for trogging yourself into work in what can be, quite frankly, dangerous weather. City folks have no idea. On the drive home last night, I noted the difference in snow levels. Once I got off the dual carriageway and headed, literally, up country, there was easily four times the amount of snow. City people have no clue.