I woke up quite early, opened the curtains and SCREAMED.
Then I got up quickly and went out to the park.
Almost no one was there...
The flowers looked upset.
I took a handful of snow, and big flakes stuck to it at once. I put it down and started rolling it about.
Then I went home to borrow some gloves and bought a carrot for fourpence at the corner shop.
By now there were people walking in the park... I rolled some more snow. The grass didn't stay green for long, but got covered in new big flakes. I thought: I hope this isn't nuclear winter, but when I passed the radio this morning it just said Charlton Heston had died, so it must be ok.
I planted the carrot.
When I looked up I noticed there were people making snowmen all over the park. I thought about photographing them, but the looked private.
On my way home I passed a family by the park gate. The father had put two snowballs together and was just about to put on the head while his tiny son was watching. "And then... we do this!" he said. The snowman imploded completely under his hands.
"Why?" asked his son.
"Now that didn't really work, did it now", said the mother.
I got home and looked out of the window with my finches.
Two children were collecting all the snow off a car and packed it into a corner in their tiny front yard.
I think today London will be populated with snowmen, most of them looking a bit surprised.