i guess the story goes a little something like this....i awoke this morning to a not unusually cold 7am (and subsequently 7.06, 7.10, 7.16 and 7.30am). by ten to eight it was time for porridge - not unusual for this time of year especially if it were snowing....not that it was. it wasn't until mid to late morning that i noticed a dusting of snow filtering through the thick london air and i was, as always pessimistic about it's arrival and probable swift demise.....
as my tummy rumbled for the second time i was not only ready to eat but also to eat my own words as i looked outside to see what could only be described as a smattering of the white stuff...
so i continued as usual assuming that the next time i looked out the window a large pie of slush would have formed right infront of my car making it almost impossible t get in or out without getting wet and miserable...and then i did look out..right after deciding i would ride to the pub.
then i drove to the pub...which i can honestly say was not the brightest of ideas - although comfortable and warm it was a little slippy and hard to see (anything)...
oh and i climbed out on my roof and took a few snaps for the family album...
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