So I got home at 5am last night, after the work Christmas-do, and decided that I should give some running audio commentary on the status of the snow.

I was ridiculously drunk, and only now, watching back, do I realise how much I was rambling. At the time, I thought I was David Attenborough.

It’s pretty terrible - I ramble, a lot and I think I mention the words, ‘gorgeous’ and ‘amazing’ several times, with a couple of ‘fuck’ (and variations, thereof). What a wanker!

PS. I slept through my alarm and didn’t get to work until after today - I think it was frowned upon!