There is a terrible snowman outside my window. Seriously – forget about the carrot nose, this doesn’t even have EYES. Or shoulders. Terrible. I guess they pretty successfully went for height, which is probably its only redeeming feature. It is an impressive mound of snow, I’ll have to give them that. I have a good mind to go out there and make it a face though.
Otherwise London seems pretty paralysed from the snow. But not so surprisingly it can also be turned into an excuse to go the pub. In this country – what can’t?
Having grown up in the Swedish countryside I am of course used to being snowed in… did I tell you about that time all roads were completely blocked and I had to CRAWL five kilometres because the snow was too deep to walk in?