London grinds to a snowy halt

There’s seven inches of crisp, cold snow outside my bedroom window.  So what does that mean?  London grinds to a halt.  

Apparently, there are no buses, few tubes running and the majority of trains cancelled.  But I wouldn’t know.  Frankly, I’m still my pjs taking a couple of pictures of the beautiful, peaceful snow from my window – but can you spot the difference?