The snow started to fall last weekend and it was a good end to a fun weekend. I consumed two pounds of steak at my friends stag party. Then I watched Liverpool win against Chelsea and had a pint of beer poured over my head. The snow was light to hold in your hand. My footsteps made a deep crunching sound. It was pure white.
On Monday morning, Deptford was covered in several inches of snow. The trains and buses were cancelled and I struggled to get on the DLR (Docklands Light Railway). I did make it into the Canary Wharf office and found virtually no-one there. However, there was just about enough public transport running to meet up with an old uni friend. Who was now a TV reporter for the International Channel Shanghai. I did not order steak.
The rest of the week was spend in a (stupid) competition with my friend, Andrew, to see who could wake up within 30 seconds of the alarm. I'm leading by 1 - but my sanity is suffering. Only 20 more days to go.