It's raining!

Not something that would ordinarily be a cause for celebration in my life, but, just for once, I really don't mind, because it's a harbinger of the end of the cold weather we've been 'enjoying' for the past week or more. Most of the snow, at least here in 'domicile-ville', has gone, although that's far from being the case everywhere - I found myself crossing Hampstead Heath earlier on, albeit on the top deck of a nice warm bus as opposed to anything more energetic, and, even allowing for the fact that it's one of the highest points in Greater London, I was surprised at how much snow was still on the ground up there, and I know that other places in the UK have had even more than that. As with most things, though, it's all relative - after hearing, elsewhere in cyberspace, of temperatures of -7°F, and a windchill equivalent to -35°F in recent days, I'll readily settle for what we've had!
Warmer thoughts were elicited by an encounter this afternoon, though, as I spent the best part of half an hour in close proximity to my second stunning cutie this week, on a bus across Central London. He wasn't quite as mind-numbingly gorgeous as the boy on the train on Monday, but there wasn't that much in it. Impure thoughts doesn't even begin to cover it!

Love & best wishes to all
Sammy B