It snowed this morning. We all got to work on time, no drama necessary. It kept snowing lightly, but there were reassuringly frequent fleets of big yellow gritters visible on the main road outside. And I had a discussion with a group of teenage boys which went like this…
Will we get sent home?
I shouldn’t think so.
Because it isn’t snowing very much and the roads are clear.
But if we went home we could revise in safety… (or play the X-box without our parents knowing).
But you are already safe here.
Are you sure we won’t get sent home?
But the schools in England are closed, that’s not fair.
There is more snow in England.
And the Borders – the schools are shut there too. Why aren’t we being sent home?
Because this is neither England nor the Borders and there isn’t very much snow!
If it snows more do you think we’ll get sent home?
At this point they all gave up on any sympathy from me and went to stare out of the windows in the hope that willpower alone would make it snow more. They were doomed to disappointment. After a while they gave up and went to the illicit burger van for lunch – fifteen minutes away through the incredibly dangerous millimeters-deep snow.