BRRRR

Not much snow in London, avouches the Hungbunny. The thing to remember is that it's still only Thursday in London, whereas here in Somerset it's the Year Of The Cat, and it's snowing like billy-o, snowing on all the living and the dead. I said to my friend Kevin, I said, I'm buggered if I'm going out there, in that. It's snowing outside, and in my heart there is freezing fog. I wish I had a mince pie. Feeling a bit peckish.


Volkswagens sit brooding in the snow. Not going out there, I said, in that.

UPDATE! It has stopped snowing.