There were wild claims from the yogis tonight that there was snow … in London. I saw rain. I felt rain. I was soaked by rain. I didn’t see any snow.
In the hot and humid yoga studio I heard someone wish for snow out loud (generally, people curse the heat).
Outside, the air was crisp and it was cold enough for it, as they say.
Still there was not a flake. While we wait – and appreciate the lack of snow – let’s share in a joke from Oscar, aged 4:
Q: What did the snowman say to the other snowman?
A: Can you smell carrots?