It's legging it down here - from being cool and calm, with dry roads, suddenly the wind freshened to half a gale, the temperature plunged and it started to snow. Lots of little flakes, more like frozen raindrops, but nothing cute about them. Not yer Jingle Bells scene, Oh Fuck Me, No. The wind was whipping sheets and swirls of icy spicules past the window and suddenly the road outside first turned white, then the kerbstones disappeared and then the lawn merged into the white blanket all within ten minutes. Now the flake size has increased and is remorselessly blanketing the place. Lightning flashes, purple in colour, are the only illumination to the yellow-grey underbelly of the lowering clouds which are only briefly visible through the swirling curtains of flakes. It's going to be a bad trip home, you workers ...