So, based on the long-range forecasts and the general mood of the pigeons in Trafalgar Square—which is my preferred weather system—the chances are slim, but not impossible. We’ll probably get a “flurry event” around late January. That means three people in Croydon will see some flakes, the internet will explode with pictures of a slightly white car bonnet, and the rest of us will moan about missed expectations. But then, just maybe, a proper storm will hit on a Tuesday night.
The key is to be ready but not hopeful. Keep a pair of wellies by the door. Have a spare scented candle ready for a “snowed-in” vibe, even if you’re just snowed-in from your sofa to the kettle. And for goodness’ sake, book the morning off work in advance. Because if the snow does come, you don’t want to be stuck on a delayed train to Zone 6 while everyone else is building a snow-lion on Hampstead Heath.
Whether it’s a flurry or a full-blown white-out, the joy is in the possibility. That little spark of magic that makes you look up from your phone and check the sky for the tenth time that day. So will it snow in London this year? Maybe. But the real fun is waiting to find out—together, with a cuppa in hand and a terribly optimistic attitude about the bus running on time.
