Back to February 2009...London's public transport network ground to a halt for two days after an inch (ish?) of snow fell, and then wind drifted, in a matter of about ten hours. It was brilliant and the perfect panacea for a city in the midst of recession. A lot of londoners couldn't get to work, many others claimed to not be able to and instead built snowmen, sledded down the street, stayed in and drunk tea. For two days people smiled and smiled and smiled.
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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