Dreaming of a white February

There is even more snow in London.
My next-door neighbours aren't at work either, and have instead teamed up with children who're not in school to build a snowman, after having a snowball fight.
They now also seem to be redecorating their flat.



Not even buses are running. I am amazed.

Under a duvet of snow

I have light, and warmth, and food; I have books, and wool, and internet.
Time to hibernate.