It's stopped
It snowed steadily for eight hours. There isn't a huge pile because it never really went below zero all day. Olivier and Dom got soaked making a snowman, Eugene McFloyd, whose nose has dropped off. The dryer is full of smelly wet hats and gloves.

There were no buses this afternoon so I couldn't get in to see Lionel about next week, he gave me as many details as he could over the phone and promised to let me know if any one else booked in this afternoon. How much do you want to bet I turn up on Monday to find I've got an extra pupil and nothing prepared for their level.

Rob doesn't know how he'll get home, hopefully they'll put some buses on this evening.