Gatwick closed, Luton closed, Heathrow closed for a few hours, flights canceled and delayed for days! Tubes shutdown, school canceled! Shops and restaurants closed because people can't get to work! Absolutely unheard of chaos! On top of that it was just freezing outside! A whopping -1º C (that would be 30º F for us Westerners, who during the winter would think about breaking out our beloved flip flops if it was that warm outside).
It never snows like that in London. And I mean never. I mean, um, I was there, and I didn't see 18" of snow on the ground. Well, maybe 18 mm, ok, maybe a little bit more than 18 mm, but not much. I'll give it 3" and that's being generous. Emmanuelle (a fantastic friend of Kelly's) lives near Hyde Park and she claimed to have 6" or so on the ground, but she might have been exaggerating...I mean, she's only a 30 minute walk from Kelly's place in Shoreditch, and I find it hard to believe that the small street Kelly lives off of is in such a microcosm of weather anomaly.
Shut down the airports? For an imaginary 18" of snow? I don't doubt that it dropped feet of snow in Scotland. It's cold up there, but Scotland is really far away. London? Come on.
I even have proof. This was taken in Hockney Park the night after the city was snowed in with the storm of the millennium.
Does that look like 18" to you? It's beautiful, I'll admit that. London in the snow is pretty magical. The dogs loved it, and it was kinda nice having to hole up in the apartment and eat all the cheese and pate and drink the plethora of wine we had stockpiled for just such an occasion (in the event of a zombie invasion, I'm placing my bets on surviving the longest in Kelly's flat, meet you there).
This is probably where I'm supposed to add in the joke my mom made about British men and if this is what they think 18" looks like, just imagine how small 8" is (see, I come by it honest)...ah, London.
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