Well, what a lucky pup.

He’s irresistibly drawn to things white, such as discarded tissues (why are people so disgusting?) and on an average walk he will consume about ten of these revolting objects. Ach-y-fi.

This morning the whole world was a discarded tissue. London was cloaked in white, a rare and lovely sight.

London Snow

Here’s the state of our garden this morning, and Milo doing his Elvis impersonation. For London this is thick , thick snow. The buses have all stopped running, only a couple of tube lines are working, and everyone is wearing a smile.

Britain slides to a halt if more than a few millimetres of snowflakes are seen. This is truly Slam Brakes On Britain. No buses, no tubes (well, maybe one or two). No bin men. No post. No recycling collection. We expect our country to hit the skids on the merest sprinkling of snow; this snowfall really justifies it.

At dawn we slid gingerly down the hill (very slippery) and made it along the virgin Parkland Walk to Krapy Rubsnif (local argot for Finsbury Park (backwards)). Snow to race around and tumble over in. Other dogs to join in the fun. And no mud!

Sometimes, to be a puppy must be very heaven.

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