The view from the bridge was not good in London on Friday morning .............
Three and a half hours ........
and four trains later........
I had made it to sunny Worthing where despite the sub-zero temperatures, it was a lovely day at the beach.......
As I headed toward the tube to meet him the snow began to fall, like white foam from an over-excited washing machine, it fell fluffy and white and settled on cars and railings and the pavement where I walked. I didn't have a hat on, I wasn't wearing the hideous..... water-proof.... puffy jacket. The snow fell on my face, stung my eyes and wiped away my artfully applied make-up. In ten minutes everything had turned white. This is all a bit Richard Curtis, I thought.
"Hi" he said, kissing me on the cheek, "this is all a bit Richard Curtis......."
Next to champagne and oysters, the snow proved a worthy aphrodisiac......
Top tip: 'Laughing-Boy' Leonard Cohen's new CD, Old Ideas, is so divine it will get you through the bleakest weather February can muster.....
