I got halfway to work, only to be turned around by stalled trains and no buses. Thus, I made my way back down south of the river and climbed into bed with my stuffed moose, a cup of coffee and a book.
Jen and I made the most of the snow later in the day and trudged, in wellies, to our favourite Italian in Tooting Bec. We sat with a bottle of wine and watched the snow lazily stumble across the sky. perfecto!
view from my front window
down our street
our mini back garden
our Foulser Road adopted snowman
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