Snow fall in London

Hi There !

So we are setting up this blog to share what happens with us while we live in this cold and dreary country. Instead of updating a website all the time the easiest way to keep in touch with friends and share our lives with them seems to be through a blog - so we are giving it a try. It also means I dont have to get constant reminders about updating the websites.

So our first post happens to be the first major event for 2009 - the heaviest snowfall in London in 20 years (or something like that!). Just as it turned February, it started snowing pretty heavily on Sunday night.

There was quite a bit of snow on Monday (2nd Feb). the transport systems broke down and schools were closed - which meant we got to spend the day at home. Well not quite ... we went around enjoying our first proper snow - there was atleast 6 inches of snow in some places. Great ! Here is our car all snowed in.

We walked around a bit, playing with snow and taking lots of pics.

Then we met up with our friends Lasa and Imal and decided to build a snow man

It was a great day and we had a lot of fun.

Fun as it was, there are some very sick individuals out there whose idea of fun is quite different and I hope you dont meet these animals whenever you are out !

We want to conclude this first post with this poem

The day after tomorrow

by Vivimarie VanderPoorten

you write to me
of blowing snow and whiteouts.
of snow goggles and skating rinks
you tell me your cat may need clothing
and you joke about
living in the movie
‘the day after tomorrow’
I write to you
of scorching sun and blackouts.
of checkpoints and closed roads
of a play I went to see
called ‘between the devil and the deep blue sea’
You ask for news of home.
have you forgotten that
over here, no news is good news
or have black memories buried themselves
under white snowflakes
you say it is freezing there. again. You had to dig out your new car
from underneath
a mountain of snow this morning.
It’s burning here. still. this morning old women
and new babies were dug out
from underneath
mounds of mangled metal
you say everything there is predictable. I begin to think that is a good thing.
Here, a white van has become a black Maria
and nothing is certain.
and I have decided not to postpone my reply to you
until
the day after tomorrow.