So it snowed, about four flakes in all, which was enough for me to slip ungracefully on the grey crust and almost break my bum a number of times. Of course the whole of England had to grind to a halt - no matter what it'll always be the wrong kind of snow. Leaves on the tracks? Melting tracks, even? My feeling of exasperation at the inability of LT to cope with the slightest weather phenomenon was echoed in today's metro :

"A quick note to London Underground: the white fluffy stuff currently falling from the sky is called snow. It is not a rain of frogs, The Winged Victory of Samothrace, or Rodan the flying monster. Furthermore it is the right kind of snow (ie the kind that doesn't fall underground), so let's have the trains running properly, eh?

And if you are really stuck, give the Swedish transport authorities a call and ask them how they manage to run a seamless, delay-free service through ice, snow and sub-zero temperatures." Anthony O' Neill, NW1

Thank you for that.