Sunday, 11 February 2007

For those who I didn't excitedly call, text or email, it snowed in London on Thursday!!!

It happened a couple of weeks ago when I was in Switzerland. Despite the fact I was in Engelberg and being battered with an avalanche of the stuff, I was still bitterly disappointed I missed London being turned into a Winter Wonderland. Nevertheless, my prayers were answered when I awoke last Thursday, leapt out of bed and saw my street topped with a gorgeous dusting of snow.


The words "kid" and "Christmas morning" sprang to mind, as I raced downstairs to check out my back garden.


I skipped merrily to work, too cheerful to be bothered by the dangerously slippery patches of ice that had already formed on the footpath. Quaggy Gardens, my local park, was a pristine and untouched layer of snowflakes.


Given the trains in London tend to be severely delayed whenever a leaf falls on the tracks, I expected the worst from 10cm of snow. However, my journey to work, during which my face was pressed up against the train window like a small child at a pet store, went by surprisingly quickly.


Landed on the receiving end of a snowball outside of my office, courtesy of my manager. I howled as it hit me, if only because I wish I'd thought of it first.


Well, I can tick that off my winter checklist. Now bring back summer; this cold is miserable!