I opened the door this morning to a scene out of The Day After Tomorrow. Gale force winds, heavy snow and thunder and lightning. Thunder and lightning? What the hell happened to the Narnian view from my dining room window last night? Mr Tumnus has hopped on to an Easyjet flight to Malaga and the White Witch has won Celebrity Big Brother.
At least I can have a guilt free day 'working from home'. My i-Tunes collection will be as clean as a new pin by the end of this morning. No more mediocre tracks from The Feeling's very poor second album. The soundtrack from Mamma Mia will be no more. A quick dip into the excellent Genius suggestions and I'll be young and cool before lunch.
With hindsight, I think I may be sliding towards a mid life crisis. Hair straighteners? Deleting Abba tracks? Thinking about it, I did get my eye lashes tinted at the weekend. The ultimate in self absorbed treatments. Next I'll be getting a boob job (ah, I can but dream) and a tattoo of a meaningless Chinese symbol above my tailbone.
Of course, in the real world, that won't happen. I love my sofa too much and couldn't show the gym the commitment required to build the body of a twenty-five year old. My dressing-gown and slippers will ground me and I'll never give them up.