The special air raid / tsunami / earthquake / McLeish Sacked / hurricane / fireball siren went off at work today. We had to spend five minutes kneeling/quivering/cowering under the tables with our hands protecting our heads. Then a second special siren announced the end of the danger and we all went out into the sunshine to enjoy a prolonged break.
I KNEW it wasn't just a drill (And I envy the Year 10 class who had to quiver under the table with Miss [name withheld but you would definitely take her "up the Prince Hal"] who had decided to come in wearing a plunging blouse and seasonly short skirt, no tights...).