Freeze the toes tight off your feet.
-- Flanders and Swann, A Song of the Weather
So, the forecast is right so far; the snow is a few inches deep here. Our CEO muttered darkly about "seeing who's in", no doubt a combinaton of challenging the would-be alpha-males and spuriously justifying his 4x4 Tonka Toy. (But, on the serious side, he has a point at how pathetic we are at coping with weather that I could hardly call extreme). It was plain that I had two alternatives: to set off ridiculously early, or to delay leaving until rather later than normal. I've opted for the latter, in the hope that the school run will have cleared and the more manic drivers will already have beached themselves in the various ditches and hedgerows around.