Snow

So, yes, it's snowing, which in the British context is worthy of a post. And, contrary to expectations, the sky hasn't fallen on my head. In fact, traffic is moving smoothly along the gritted road outside my window, and the bins appear to have been emptied too. UK city in competent administration shock - although, of course, for all I know it's a post-apocalyptic free-for-all down the road. I'm going to spend the day in my pyjamas for extra cosiness, particularly as they're shot through with silver thread and called cyber-jammies. What decadence!