..well, it was a BIT snowy...
Walking home after Ken and Una's party last Sunday afternoon.
The snow was just beginning to fall in wind-driven swirls. I sat in their
window seat and watched it blowing up the road. Not soft flakes, but
icy little pellets that still lay in the window boxes outside the Albion, like
bubbles of polystyrene, a few hours later. The white mist above the
boats in the mud mooring is a similar wind-blown cloud of snow.
I saw Rachel last night, who was one of only 20 out of 80 staff in her
London office on snow-Monday, last week. She was very proud to have
made it in to work and was amazed to experience a quiet and almost
empty City.