Despite the fucking snow, fucking cold and fucking wind traffic on the fucking highway between my house and the fucking mill has been both light and orderly. There are probably more reasons for the change from chaos to order than I could ever think of but I can think of two.
1. The sudden rise in petrol prices right after people are spent out after Christmas.
2. There must be one fuck of a lot of Gordon Campbells wasted on a beach far away from here.