Sunday morning, 9 o'clock and it's drifting down, great big, fat flakes of the white stuff turning the world clean white for a short time. Three hours later and there's still some on the roof tops and trees, but I'm watching it fall from the tree branches at the moment, and the sudden freeze has probably killed all the emerging blossom on the tree in my front garden.
Snow in London in April - who'd have thought it?
Snow in Streatham looks so much nicer than snow in Stockwell
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