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Well they can tell me all they like that there was grit, but quite frankly I don’t believe a word of it. Nigel rang the office sometime before 8pm saying that we could leave early, which at the time seemed pointless since nothing was moving from the Brindleyplace car park. Something must have happened as around half eight everything suddenly started moving and we decided to scarper before the roads cleared of cars and froze up for good.
Oddly the drive home was fairly straightforward - apart from the impromptu slalom laid on by the owners of abandoned cars (why when bad weather has been forecast do people drive without plenty of fuel?), and a dicey moment when I realised the ice on the downside of the Perry Barr flyover was having a greater effect than the car’s brakes.
Tags: birmingham, weather, work