It's not often you get snow in London is it. Especially not the proper thick blanket snow that covered our spookily-quiet street this morning. I bet it'll be gone by tea time and we'll have to wait until next year to touch it again.Now that we have touched it, Scrap and I had better get back into bed with our hot water bottles and Ice Age dvd and try not to perish while we wait for Adrian the plumber to come and fix the boiler. Thank you for that Jesus.
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