ok…so it’s snowing. My bus from work doesn’t take the motorway because it’s gridlocked so we go a crazy route and end up stranded in St Pauls. I get off and walk, only because all the studes on the bus start whispering and saying “oh my god, we’re in St Pauls, don’t get out man it’s rough”. Listen to Radio Bristol and they say the centre is shut. I walk home on the ice which takes me about 90 mins. I get home and Aldi dosn’t have what I want so I go to my door and I have left my keys at work. Tom Smith, Paul and Gemma come to my rescue and give me food and a bed. I even get to watch 24 on the satellite tv. I might to pretend to forget my keys every night it’s really nice here. They have broadband AND tea and biscuits after dinner.