Cold and very grumpy trains refuse to leave their grit-platformed stations. Colder and grumpier commuters stand around Underground entrances muttering, but secretly happy to ‘work from home’. Little old ladies grudgingly turn up the thermostat and peer in horror at pavements that promise hip replacements. Double decker buses slide gracefully into turns. The Grenadier guards on Whitehall are thankful for their furry hats. Every inch of the city is suddenly blanketed in loveliness.
London is under snow, and on the cloudy breaths of every city dweller the same sentence puffs into the chilly air, “It’s snowing!”.
I awoke on the trusty SS Codswallop (my floating almost-home) to a bit of a waterside winter wonderland.
And within moments they had arrived. Just when we thought it was safe to eat carrots and burn coal. They’re everywhere. Some have hats, some have scarves, some have natty moustaches made from twigs.
The Snow People are invading London, and I have been stalking them along the Thames…
I finally stumbled, slid and crunched my way back to the trusty SS Codswallop to warm my frozen camera-clicking digits. To my horror one of them had made his home on the vessel’s roof.
Come the morning he was looking a little peaky…
Today, I am sad to say, there was no sign of the little blighter at all. Or any of his kind. They arrive so quickly and mysteriously. They stand (or sit) immovable in their chosen nests. And then they are gone, leaving only slushy puddles, gently rotting root vegetables, pairs of limply broken twigs, and soggy woollen garments behind them…
I love the Hagrid snowman! We appear to be in the same club – the adults who secretly worship Harry Potter. Glad I’m not the only one! I also think it’s totally awesome that you live on a houseboat. We considered doing that here, but we have some stupid law that only lets you stay afloat for 6 or 9 months of the year, plus the only water is Lake Mead, which regularly sports dead bodies. Not particularly charming. 🙁
Summer, there are loads of us who would like to attend Hogwarts as mature students. Feel no shame. 🙂
Also I kind of half live on the SS Codswallop. It is my twin sister’s home.
Fingersandtoes, thanks. 🙂
Zina, hee hee. Writing for two now am I?
Awesome!
When a snowman is hot he should be worried. When I think he is hot we should both be worried. 🙂
Kewl. I’m going to link to your blog instead of going to all the effort of putting stuff up on mine. 🙂
Harkness, thanks. Mysterious person I do not know…
Calalalala, it really is nice to a bit of snow sculpture. Beats working for a living. 🙂
Hilarious, looks like a lot of time was spent on worryingly hot snow man’s abs, rather worrying all around!
Best snowman captions ever.
i have been so impressed with the pictures of snowmen – people are really putting a lot of effort into making the most of the snow!
Love the pics! People in Kilburn are much less inspired when it comes to snowmen…
There are people in Kilburn? Well I never…
I love the little snow demon! And the child fleeing the unprovoked snowman attack!
He’s my fave snowthing too. He’s a little bit evil. As all good snow people will do.
That child was rightfully horrified. As was I.
Lovely Londonist people featured my pic and blog post. Yay!
Hello Purl,
Love the Snowman photographs.
It was such a magical day, that I went home with my pictures and made The London Snowman a website, take a look here..
http://www.thelondonsnowman.co.uk/
Hope you like them :}