Your sensible Surrey reporter now reports.
'Twas cold. But no chance of snow - lack of clouds and a sky full of a soft tangerine sky. The roof of England (Surrey) looked edible in the way that only England can. Soft, yet hard and dripping with unctuous ambrosia.
I was ice-skating in Hampton Court Palace, had a wonderful time and didn't fall over. The in-laws have now gone and after a few Young's and afew red wines I am no w drinking the Guinness "Foreign Extra" (7.5% abv). Beddybyes soon methinks.
And - back to the weather - it's freezin down here, the car is already white.