After running around yesterday checking Rugby pitches (all frozen) and picking my daughter up from yet another sleepover I started to feel like shite. Very tired and just not right, I can't be more specific than that.
Knowing full well what happens to me when I do crack on when I'm feeling under the weather I decided to give my inner wimp the benefit of the doubt and come in to work in the car today. I'm glad I have, I'm sat here at work feeling very drained. Maybe there's a bug doing the rounds.
It did snow a tad yesterday, but nothing had prepared me for the 2" on my car this morning. But as is not unusual here it was very localised, it seemed to dump its load primarily on my immediate locale. Once I had driven past Northfield it all seemed to go. That's what happens when you live right in the middle of 3 sets of hills I suppose. But again, no roads gritted. Thanks local Council.
At least its a day off tomorrow.