I'm not sure who 'we' is but the mission was to get into work, and it is completely not my fault that we/I failed so somebody else must be to blame.
I got the last bus I that made it through to QA (I know this because all the buses in Portsmouth terminated when we got to my stop, so no one could have followed behind.) It was a fairly cool bus journey though. Listening to the bus radio crackling with urgent messages and enquires Snow thickening on the pavements all the while. Then the final command for all buses in Portsmouth to terminate at the nearest safe place. I'm not sure who lasted longer, the bus network or my work place. It doesn't matter anyway.
I would have caught the hospital shuttle, or even walked if needs be.
Then work cancelled.
In all honesty it's a good job too. I don't know if I could have walked past the lethal snowy pavement-less roundabout on a hill, and even if I'd caught the hospital shuttle I would never have made it back. Especially not in the dark.
It was a good call that needed to be made, and that's probably why I should never lead any kind of army or mission. A 'never give up' attitude is not always the right thing to have, and a good leader should know when to cut their losses and go home.
I still walked back, which is not really any less epic. It took about an hour or so, and I did get lost once. Getting lost is less exciting when you have a gps thingy on your phone.
Never the less, it was still a failure; A heroic retreat is still a retreat. The snow beat us.
So we watched Stargate and Inception and Mystery-inc (Which is apparently on at 3pm, so I probably won't be doing that again. My house mate didn't watch that one.) and baked biscuits instead of going to work.
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