Let It Snow!

Yesterday I dug my pink polka dot Wellies -- used only for tromping around the mud at summer music festivals -- out from under the bed.

Rain makes everyone in London crabby, but snow makes them positively chatty and friendly. Even at The Westbourne, a far cry from the friendliest local in London (it's in Notting Hill -- what do you expect?), the guy standing next to me at the bar was positively chatty. So was the one behind the bar.

Or maybe it's just that thanks to the Tube -- which cannot function if there's so much as a leaf on the tracks, let alone some snow -- I arrived to meet a friend 45 minutes late, at 9 p.m., meaning everyone had had at least a couple of hours of solid boozing already.