Last night I was in [tag]Brick Lane[/tag] in East London, after spending the day in a studio that was so cold, I prayed the last client would be a no show. She duly obliged and my assistant and I packed up and headed down to [tag]Exit Bar[/tag] to have a bite to eat and warm up a lot.
Little did we know as we hurriedly walked to the train station – after a lovely Lamb Burger, two plates of chips and some hot bevvys – that the cold air which caused my lungs to feel under assault, and my teeth to start hurting, was to bring along with our first sight of snow for the year.
According to the weather people on TV, we had about two centimeters overnight. It didn’t last that long around my way, by the time I left the house around 11am it had mostly melted away. Still, I always feel a little excited when waking up to snow for the first time. It lets me know that Winter has really arrived. It was also comforting to know that, as per usual, with the first snow came the breakdown of London’s travel services with cancellations and delays on most of the Tube networks and many of the train operator services.