I want my couch and blanket

I have my cranky pants on again.

Yesterday I (among others who had been working from home) were asked to "make the effort if possible by train/taxi to get here if not happy driving and treat tomorrow as a normal working day". Maybe I'm over-reacting, but I feel like the implication is that if we're not at the office we must be treating it like a holiday. So I trudged out into the icy compacted snow all over the footpaths, managed to get a bus down to town, and then the train. I have had to medicate for a tension headache, and am in a thoroughly pissy mood. I am here. I wish them much joy of me.

And so this isn't entirely a post about my bad mood, have a pretty picture of Britain from space.