(a/n - my head aches and my joints ache and I am coughing everywhere and really have no energy. But because I love you guys I shall write you some more. If it is awful I apologise. I need tissues and tea right now.)
21 - White Christmas
Martina looked out of the windows of her flat. The clouds hung low and grey in the sky. A dismal scene if she ever saw one. She closed her curtains, and went to bed. It was the last day of the DHSS before Christmas the next day, and she could see the reams and reams of last minute claims and calls and calamity that was ensue. And that wasn't even factoring Joey bloody Boswell into the equation.
Come morning, Martina was feeling ready to face the claimants. Then she opened her curtains. Snow had fallen and was still falling rapidly, suffocating the Earth in a tight stronghold that was almost impossible to escape. She pressed her head against the freezing cold glass then groaned. How was she going to get to work through that lot? Feeding another couple of pounds into the metre for when she arrived home, she began to trudge her way to work. No buses on a day like that. By the time she arrived, she was sudden through to her skin and shivering. Opening her desk for the day she glared at the people beyond. Oh, anyone who dared to cross her today. They would pay dearly. Martina didn't enjoy white Christmases at all. Not when she had to work.