Snow day ...

... well scaffold day really.
Around lunchtime yesterday the scaffolding on Mr Brown's old building (before he went to work in deepest, darkest Burwood) started to buckle and collapse. A friend came back from boxing (yes, boxing, the lunatic) saw a bit and the big boss got stuck in David Jones Food Hall for a bit, but no one I know had to dramatically run for their lives. My office is just a few buildings up the road, so we were sent home early. The street was full of unsmiling policemen with their arms crossed in that "don't fuck with me" way they have, and packed with lovely smiling firemen and their shiny red trucks. I had to duck under police tape to get out, all a tiny bit exciting really.
Got home and forgot all about it, figuring it would all be over in the morning.
NOT - got in this morning and wasn't allowed into the street, let alone the building. So I went to a cafe and had a lovely leisurely breakfast and read the paper, waiting for the boss to call me in when the authorities said it was safe to go to work. The call came about 11, but it was a bugger-off-home call - woot.
So, I went to that temple of vanity that is Mecca Cosmetica (and spent more than is sensible), the QVB to inspect the recent spruce up (very nice) and gazed at expensive baubles in the windows, had a bit of a spree in the ABC bookshop and came home to blogg. A most satisfactory day indeed.
O, look, a very undramatic "news" video staring my favourite sandwich shop and yum cha emporium.
Ooo, it's happened in Melbourne too - some sort of mass scaffolding walkout!