Right. Unless it snows anywhere other than flipping London (which means – everywhere south of the Angel of the North) the snow on the blog is now gone for the year.
Thanks to the two of you who noticed that I’d gone to the trouble of adding it.
I go to all this trouble for you lot… *mutter mutter*
Believe it or not, in the UK this paltry dusting of frozen water classes as a “white xmas”. At least, it does if the snow falls on a certain area at any point between midnight and midnight. In London, it’s a 3′ x 3′ concrete square on top of the weather centre that’s only checked once per hour. I assume therefore that if there isn’t someone up there at the right time and the snow doesn’t lie, then it doesn’t count.
Anyway, as I type this up there is the slightest of flurries outside. I suppose it counts as a flurry as I can see more than two flakes at once, but only just. So the first white xmas I can recall since I was a kid and there’s not even enough to make a snowball, let alone bury a corpse in to keep it fresh for a few days. I just hope it doesn’t get too bad and make my drive to Blackburn tomorrow too troublesome.
Actually, maybe missing the match would be a mercy.