(With apologies to William Shakespeare for mauling his original song1.)
It has continued to snow in London and, what is less common, the snow remains on the ground. More accurately, some snow remains on the ground. Where there is heavy traffic in vehicles or in pedestrians’ feet, the snow turns to water but elsewhere, on gardens, in corners or on little used paths, it builds up into a crunchy layer.
The gritting lorry must have passed in the early hours as there were heaps of gravel on the pavement when we set out this morning. Hereabouts, gritting is still done in the old-fashioned way: a lorry drives slowly along and someone tosses out gravel here and there with a shovel. It’s not an exact science but it seems to work well enough.
Not having any special plans for the day, we decided to go to the Alpino for breakfast and then tackle the crowds in Sainsbury’s. It was still snowing but in a fairly desultory way. We avoided the side streets that might be slippery and stuck to the well trodden main routes.
After breakfast we made our way along Chapel Market to White Conduit Street where we cut through to the supermarket. The stalls were out in force though many had plastic sheets and other coverings over the goods. “Mr One-Ninety-Nine”, the CD vendor, was playing Christmas tunes, predictably enough. All of his CDs sell for £1.99, as he loudly and frequently declares. Hence our name for him.
The supermarket was crowded but not as badly as we had feared and we got the shopping done in good time, even picking up a few extra goodies for Christmas.
Having returned home and put the shopping away, had a little rest and drunk a cup of tea, we decided that we didn’t really want to go out again into the cold. For once we will stay at home and play couch potatoes. Well, why not? We get out and about the rest of the year and now that the weather has turned, it is time to enjoy the delights of staying at home in the warm. In a cupboard near here there is a panettone with my name on it… 🙂
1You no doubt recognize this as a mangling of the refrain in the Clown’s song in Shakespeare’s Twelfth Night.