Let me count the ways...
You might argue that choice is one of life’s gifts and one of life’s curses. Mars, Twix, Yorkie, Snickers… Ford, Volkswagen, Alpha Romeo, Saab…choices choices choices.
I mean how many different ways can you take the piss out of someone who claims to not be able to get to work from Reading (to High Wycombe, 20 completely snow-free miles away) because they were snowed in?
Or do you start on the woman at work who left at 4.30 on Monday because of “what was happening out there” cue: light flurry of fluffy flakes.
Decisions, decisions.
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