As promised, Siberia has sent us a snow storm.
They say this is the worst snowfall in 18 years, but to be honest, I've lived here 20 years and I've never seen anything like it!
Very pretty, of course, and I even enjoyed venturing out in it (complete with three layers plus parka, earmuffs, heavy gloves, and the boots I purchased for the Chicago weather, which I never expected to use here). I joined the other few intrepid souls and took a little walk down to the shops. Half of which were closed!
The "Catford Cat", normally black, turned white.
The reason I had such leisure time to go walking in the snow is because London has ground to a halt. Hence, no trains, no buses, short of walking to work I was never going to make it (nor could anyone else, so my boss wisely decided not to open the office today). As I contemplated the white garden from my kitchen window, I noticed one hardy little kitty (the lively Blackie) wasn't put off by the whole thing.
Last I measured, it was 5 inches. I would hazard a guess that at least a further inch has fallen, and it hasn't stopped yet.
So that's, ooo, a whole half a foot? And I remember drifts of 6 feet, growing up in the Midwest ...
Still, this is unusual for the South East of England, to say the least. I would imagine they don't have quite as many gritters and snow-plow trucks here.I wonder what tomorrow will bring?