I walked out of the house this morning into a bright day with big fluffy snowflakes sparkling in the air, and four steps later I was in a gale-fueled whiteout. It was like a movie special effect: cue the blizzard! What you might call your average snow squall I guess. I managed to traverse Rawlin's Cross and stagger along Hayward Avenue when a kind friend salvaged my mascara-streaked, weather-shocked self.

(Image: www.clevercrow.com.)