Yesterday I had no chance of moving the car, no chance of catching a bus and no chance of a childcare facility.

Today, I managed to get down Taymount Rise without falling over and squashing my children (one in sling, one running amok).
I managed to laugh at my husband's car, which he pranged last night gently sliding down out of the drive Forest Croft (so he could park it at the bottom of the hill), without being beaten up by said husband (who is a bit embarrassed but pleased he can get to work this morning).
I managed to get on a bus.
I managed to get a seat on said bus.
I managed to get off bus, deposit un-squashed children in nursery (which is in another place due to "emergency conditions") and get to work without falling over.

And work are treating me like a hero!

Hurrah!