Snow Day.....!!!!!

Woohoo!! God bless London's complete inability to cope with a dump of the white stuff.... For perhaps the second time in my life, I've got a free day off!! The only time I can ever remember it happening before was once at school, when my sister and I spent the day trying to build an ill-thought out igloo in the garden. Alas, today I have no garden and no sister, so am going to content myself with Fifa on the Playstation and a bottomless cup of coffee instead.

To be fair, the weather last night was the worst I've seen it since moving to London nearly 6 years ago - I would say it probably qualified as a blizzard. It meant I got stranded in the pub, with one pint turning into four, but I'd rather have a hangover than get lost in a snow drift in Herne Hill.

I took the slightly spooky picture above just before going to bed at midnight last night - the ambient light of London made the outside look like the aftermath of a nuclear holocaust. It was, I imagine, what it might be like trying to go to bed in the far north of Norway, with perpetual light streaming through the curtains.

The buses were still running last night, but the snow continued and by this morning they were all cancelled - again, this is only the second time I remember this happening, the previous being in the aftermath of July the 7th 2005. Thankfully the whole atmosphere this morning was much happier than then.

Admittedly, and in response to all the "rubbish south east" bashers I've noticed on the bbc website, the roads were pretty minging this morning - for whatever reason the roads hadn't been gritted (or the grit hadn't had a chance to work) and I dread to think what would have happened had a bus got into a slide coming through - for example - a busy junction like Brixton.

I did make it to work, on a very empty tube train, only to find all the lights off and a lone co-worker fielding calls. She's Northern Irish too - takes a bit more than a bit of powder to stop us. The big boss had apparently made the call that we should all take the day off, which is very nice of him - am used to being the one having to hold the fort just because I happen to live in central London and don't have the excuse of non-running trains.

So the PS2 is fired up, the kettle is on, and an afternoon of indulgence awaits. Magic!