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It's Snow Panic

Yes typical britian it snow's and the whole country grinds to a halt. Don't we know it, they stop the buses and close the schools. Do they ring you and tell you they've done this - No they expect everyone to be sitting listening to the radio and announce it over your local radio station.
I found out when at 1 o'clock my daughter walks in through the front door.
Can you imagine my surprise?
I'm sure most of you can and are thinking along the same lines as me. Why on earth did they not ring to say and if they let them take their mobiles to school they could of rung us.
I then find out (by third party) that my sons's school is also closing at '1 o'clock' !!
Yes now your thinking to yourself 'I'm sure she just said "at 1 o'clock her daughter walked through the door" and yes you'd be right I did, and at this point my brain goes 'AAARRGHHH' what on earth is happening to my son? where is he? and about another fifty questions all at the same time.
Anyhow he was at school, fine (which once the initial panic was over and my brain actually kicked in, I figured he would be) yes I'll let you laugh at me..........
He was ever so happy when my daughter and I came to pick him up from his classroom, there they all were sitting in their coats and hats all ready for there Mummy's, Daddy's or Grandparents to pick them up, a bit of excitement for them all. Bless them all they were beside themselves because it's 'SNOWING' and one of the best things when your that little is snow. Even I, at the 'ripe old age' (as my children think) of 38 get affected by the thought of proper snow.

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