I'm feeling a bit torn.
When I woke up this morning and discovered that there was yet again a fresh layer of snow covering London, my first reaction was that excited feeling somewhere inbetween my throat and my stomach.
But then the grown up part of me remembered...
1. I have to go to work anyway, and if the tubes aren't running I will have to walk
2. It is colder than a very cold thing in my flat because it is a 1930's built block, designed to be heated by a fireplace and has only one tiny radiator
3. I am moving house tomorrow. Eeek!
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