Planet Mad

I've been pondering the authorities' lack of foresight regarding this 'ere weather, and note that Anna expresses her thoughts on this matter far better than I could. This village is riddled with pathways and jitties, all of which have been covered in a thick sheet of ice since yesterday because no-one had the forethought to put down grit until it was far too late. The pavements were treacherous, and - whilst carefully picking my way down to my classroom - I overheard the following:

Girl 1: Look at all this black ice.
Girl 2: Isn't that the ice you shouldn't eat?
Girl 1: No - you're thinking of yellow ice.

Eurgh!