Fizz in Feb

I was looking through some old photos today and I came across this one. It is of my beautiful little Yorkie-cross bitch Fizz and was taken on Monday February 9 2009. Those of you with sturdy memories may recall that that was the day when it snowed heavily in London and left the streets inches deep in the white stuff. As you can see Fizz, who had just come back in from the garden, seems to be wearing a pair of moonboots that look as if they could have been created by Courreges, but were in fact the result of the sticky, newly settled snow clinging to her long leg-hairs. You may also remark that her head seems to be missing from this photo. That is correct. But don't worry readers, we found it later and reattached it using candlewax and tin foil.
Apart from that what I will always remember about that day was how happy everyone was. In Balham the streets and green spaces were thronged by hundreds of grinning people who, because the unexpected down fall of La Neige had totally disabled our creaking transport system, had seized the opportunity to take a day off work and replace their usual daily grind with sorties to Tooting Common where they would create snowmen and throw snowballs at their offspring.
Being short of the latter, Nicky and I went to Trinity Stores, that bastion of civilization and all things yummy, where we had tea and cakes to the accompaniment of choral music. The latter, which may well have been Handel's Messiah, made it feel like gentle Jesus' birthday. So much so that in my mind at least Feb 9 2009 will go down as the best Christmas Day I ever had.
If I were ever to become Prime Minister, and it could happen with a little bit of effort and a lot of bribery, I would decree that at least once a year the streets of London should, in the absence of the real thing, be sprayed with fake snow and everyone would take the day off. What a fantastic blow for slackerdom that would be.