Blogue d'un québécois expatrié en Angleterre. Comme toute forme d'autobiographie est constituée d'une large part de fiction, j'ai décidé de nommer le blogue Vraie Fiction.
Sunday, 17 January 2016
English snow (don't laugh)
They were forecasting snow to fall in the middle of the night. I was skeptical about it, as I always am in this country. I actually stayed up late hoping to see a glimpse of it, to no avail. Well, it came off as a complete surprise when, in the early hours of the morning, when a certain feline friend woke us up, that the ground was actually covered with a thin layer of snow. I tried to take a picture, but in the dark I had no luck. The next morning, this is what was left of it. I was still happy there were some traces left last night's snowfall. It is a sign that there is some kind of English winter. Not exactly winter wonderland, but I will take any snow I can get. Apparently, it might snow more in the coming days. I am skeptical about it, although tonight when I went outside there was the smell of snow in the air. And my instinct of a man from a snowy land tells me it is the coming snow they are forecasting, not the one from last night. Let's live and see.