Snow joke in the smoke

On the rare occasions when it now snows in London, there’s one thing you can be sure of. As the crisp white stuff gives way to slush, there are smears of dog s**t all the way down the pavement in places where unfortunate pedestrians previously found it obscured.

My kids’ school allowed all the classes out in the playing field for an early morning snowball fight this morning, which I thought was pretty decent of them. In my day, we’d have been beaten for suggesting something like that.