Day:324, Words:324

It was a sleeplness night for many Øksfjordians as the SAS airline situation shuffled through several deadlines without being solved. Apart from myself, there were many keeping a close eye on the online news, as their Christmas plans, weekend getaways and extended holidays lay in the balance, dependent on governments, unions and banks to come to a mutual compromise.





The year 10s had booked their trip in March, reliant on SAS to take them there. Others had booked holidays over Christmas to warmer parts such as Thailand and The Canary Islands. Through the day, the questions were being asked about the possibilities of regaining any of the funds that were likely to be lost should the company go under.




Finally in the late afternoon, the news came through that the final unions had achieved a deal that would see the workers with less pay, more work but with their jobs intact and their airplanes in the sky.




With the SAS crisis over, the relieved Øksfjordians were able to concentrate on other things...like walking. The conditions on the roads and the footpaths reached an absolute low. Many pedestrians felt the pain, literally, as they slipped, fell and plunged like slapstick comedians of the 1930s. All ages had their spills and some were taken to the health centre, rendered out of action as a result of sprains or breaks.




The cars also struggled up the icy hills and some of the drivers had to abandon their journeys in the driveways of their homes, unable to escape the frictionless ice carpets. Being attentive to the snowfalls is no sort of a solution. The neighbour who is out with the shovels as the snow falls has a wonderfully clean looking and also extremely dangerous driveway. I imagine that they simply take one step out of the front door and glide to the letterbox before some sort of pulley system delivers them back to the safety of the house.

 

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