Lovely, Dark and Deep

The scenes from snowy London make me yearn to be at home. I've been following the somewhat snarky comments about London's inability to cope with the snow, and, as always, reacted defensively. Then today, I attempted to buy a halfway decent birthday card for my stepmother and, as always, was horrified by how bloody awful the choice of American greetings cards is. So I'm going to think about this and blog on it, in the coming weeks. After all, this is a blog about going abroad and I frequently have wanted to get back to its roots. In the meantime, read this frank and lovely article about the innocence of London in the snow.