Traction

A whole night of snow.

Jeremy unhooked himself from the home office desk.

Dared to step outside.

He slipped on the ice!

It was carrying him all the way to work.

Straight down the A11 towards the Gherkin.

He flapped about unable to find any traction in his pyjamas and slippers.

Police ran alongside demanding to know whether there was a good reason for travelling.

Further down the road they waited to ensnare him with stingers.