So, Mike came to visit for the day, and managed to pick the one day this year that it actually snowed. We started off looking around town a bit, came back to my place for lunch, and ended up watching TV all afternoon because the weather just looked too dicey.
This is what the view out my window looked like:
And here's me earlier in the day in front of King's, bundled up against the weather:
And no, we didn't go out and make snowmen or throw snowballs. It was a rather soggy, unpleasant sort of snow, not to mention the howling winds. A bit of a disappointment really, but I guess one should except such things from the English weather.