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?
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