Now you have to realise that living in South London, we just don’t *get* snow. A light powdering is normally all we can expect sometime in January. So when we awoke to this at 6.30am, we knew that the entire area was coming to a standstill because it just doesn’t happen and when it does, we can’t cope. The first inkling that things were wrong was hearing that every single London bus was cancelled. Just cancelled, not even attempting to run. Most trains are cancelled as well, so forget sending the small people to school, even though we live so close that we can see it from the back garden. There won’t be anyone there to teach them. Proof of our closeness to the school is in this photo, where the school is circled in red:

Mr B walked round this morning to see if it was open and found the caretaker trying to shovel enough snow out of the way to get to the front door of the building. Cars were skidding all over the road and the corner shop was being plundered for every last loaf of bread and bottle of milk. We soft southerners just don’t do cold weather very well. I dread to think what would happen if we had to deal with a real weather emergency…

At least here we have heating and a freezer full of food. I’m settling in for a day of knitting.