Looking out my window yesterday morning gave me strength to fight a little longer in London. Two weeks prior I was sitting on my stairs with my face in my hands trying to think of the most quickest way to escape England. I was literally depressed. Sunken and defeated, by being single in bars and growing envious of my friends around me in relationships, by drinking unknown quantities of alcohol to dull the boredom of seeing another bar, by sickness throughout the end of 2006 which had me becoming addicted to vitamin supplements, by starch and bland fruit and vegetables that are sold here, by knowing that my travel experiences had been somewhat non-existent in 2006, by the weird weather and why the hell had it not go cold and wondering if the world was nigh.

Strength and a smile when I saw the two inches of solid snow. Because it was only after finishing my religious monthly viewing of Withnail & I the night previously that I was standing at my window, complete buff naked except for the large overcoat I had on whilst smoking one of Lucky Strike's finest (yes Withnail & I does impress it's cult status on me), that I thought it was a little brisk outside. Looking to the heavens I thought maybe I could stand here and see the first snowflake fall. If it was not for the numbness of my extremities I could have.

Awaking in the morning in a rush of the usual "Shit Shit Shit, work work work." attitude that many of my housemates and girlfriends have lived with throughout the years, it was only until a quick look out the window after finishing the windsor knot in my tie that I realised London was going to be beautiful today. With a click of the heels and a race down the steps to pick up some snow and fling it at a passing bus was the only excitement I relished, that and the soft trudge of snow underfoot as it compressed into ice. The sound of ten thousand people wearing corduroy trousers all day long.

Alas today the snow has long gone, it's been forecasted for more, but I'm still happy that my extremities felt the first day of snow in 2007. My endless summer has truly ended.
Happy Australia Day for everyone back home too, I'll be celebrating in The Larrick at Putney Bridge this Friday after work with my smoking kangaroo!