This morning I walked to the gym on a bed of freshly fallen snow. And the soft gentle flakes flurried down covering my coat with a momentary design. I even took a quick picture of the snow on the path ahead of me with my phone camera (which I have no clue what to do with now). It's all fleeting and by 9am there will be nothing but slush and memories of the white carpet.
It rarely ever snows in London and any snow is usually turned to water when it hits the energy consuming machine that is this city. This has been a record mild winter and it's only in the last two days that real winter has started. It's finally cold and frosty and overcoat and scarf wearing weather. It probably won't last but I will certainly appreciate winter when this is over.
The snow covered rooftops and straggly tree branches looked so beautiful as I traveled in to work a few minutes ago. The pleasure of an overland journey in a heated train capsule looking out on a city washed with wonderland quality is a morning charmer.
All this beauty came crashing about my ears with the words "Due to adverse weather causing signaling failure there are severe delays occuring (to almost every) line". In the underground, which is UNDERGROUND, what's the weather go to do with anything? And no I don't want someone to give me an answer. I just want this city to get its act together and not act like a child caught out with fobidden chocolate. It's not even 10mm of snow and it's OUTSIDE. And now I am late. Bah humbug!!!