Snowday, 10 December 2017

On Saturday night I fell asleep to a meteorological omen of an impending deluge and heavy snow. Vowing to ignore it, I awoke to the distant refrain of a carol from the Occident:

"Born a King on Twickenham's plain,

Cold I bring to freeze them again,

Rain forever, ceasing never,

Over them all to reign."

I opened the curtains and lo, the omen had come to pass. I closed the curtains, gave praise and fell into a deep, warm and blissful sleep.

Jeff