Yesterday afternoon it started snowing. Not your piddly little microscopic snowflakes, oh no, these were gargantuan, monolithic, ping-pong ball sized snowflakes. In little more than thirty minutes the ground, nay everything, was covered in a light carpet of snow. And then it stopped. Predictable, I suppose. Still, with the temperatures hovering at the zero mark the snow hung around, and was still there when I went to bed. And the BBC informed me that more snow was due overnight – “up to 15cm”. I’d believe that when I saw it.
When I awoke in the early hours of the morning (not deliberately, mind you, this was Samuel’s fault) I had a quick peek through the curtains to see the outside world, and was sleepily excited to discover that the BBC was right – it had snowed. Lots. Nowhere near the 15cm they had predicted, more like 3-4cm, but it was still plenty enough to cover everything in a blanket of white, albeit drenched in darkness at the time.
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