Late yesterday afternoon, while we were in here playing with trees and greenery, it started to snow. It had been raining earlier and, as the temperature dropped, big flakes started to fall and settle. It's quite hypnotic watching snow fall, the light changing gradually and the sounds becoming muffled as it thickens. Snow - just what I wanted to put behind the door of the advent calendar.
I looked out of the upstairs window before I went to bed. Because the snowfall had been fairly short lived - no more than an hour maybe - we only had about an inch of snow, possibly less. Outside the house, the snow had already been criss-crossed by busy foot prints, people coming home from work, taking a short cut from the Tube station, hurrying to get somewhere quickly.
Only to be expected really, for this isn't any old snow. It's London snow, in such a rush that today all that's left is slushy roads, perilously icy pavements and a mere dusting of white in the park.