What is the only thing worse than not getting a snow bomb as promised? Everyone else getting a snow bomb apart from you, that’s what.
My mum and sisters each had a light scattering of snow, enough to make their surroundings look pretty and for the kids to make snow angels, but there hasn’t been so much as a speck here in West London. The most wintry sight I have seen so far is my damp hair freezing on a walk through Chiswick, although I don’t suppose that counts.
So Louis Catorze’s Official Winter Portrait continues to elude us.
The second snowfall which was forecast for Wednesday now predicts “light sleet”, which is nowhere near as good. Absolutely nobody wants sleet. Plus I will be back at work, so I won’t be around to photograph the little sod outdoors in the daylight. I am hoping that Cat Daddy might oblige, although I am gearing up for the unbridled flow of Unrepeatable Expletives that will spill from his lips when I ask.
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