Snowed out

The Hubby indeed did not get back from Dublin, and after much trudging around in the snow he found refuge in a very fancy hotel so was a bit difficult to feel too dreadfully sorry for him.

All airports were up and running the next day so he did make it home, having lost one glove and his hat.

Scott of the Antarctic.

Talking of Scots , MOTHER is less than impressed that it was -23 up in Scotland today.

Must admit that is a bit harsh.

Minus 7 is as bad as it has got here.

The snow is still nice and crunchy and white, except next to the roads where is is black and slushy and horrible. And next to our bus stop where there is a large trail of blood which looks quite startling.

Usually the pavements in London are covered in spit (yukky) and chewing gum, so it all looks rather nice just now.

(notice I am using 'just now' in the way the Brits would use it)

A lot of the snow has frozen and the paths that have not been gritted are very slippy. I am fine , seeing as I have my Doc Martens which have fantastic grip. (and so they should for the price)

Other people do not have such sensible shoes and they slip and fall which is really funny.

I saw a woman today do a slide of about a metre , waving her arms in the air and coming to a stop into a wall. Was hilarious. Am learning not to laugh out loud so just make little snorking noises into my gloves.