This morning saw the arrival of the damned white stuff. Thankfully it had peed it down all night so the snow couldn’t settle. Yeah I know it’s all very pretty and all that crap but not when you’re manoeuvering a motorhome so it can jolly well stay away. The dogs refused to leave the site which I think was more to do with the fact that I was wearing a bright purple kagoul and a green and purple surfers woolly hat than the inclement weather. I stuck with the no:3 bus today and headed off to Covent Garden via Trafalgar Square. TFL obviously don’t feel the need to heat their buses in December as it was colder than sitting in a mortuary. As we approached old Nelson there seemed to be a lot of Police and photographers around but I put this down to our close proximity to Whitehall. There was me innocently standing at a pedestrian crossing when a trendy double-decker slowly drove past me with some foppish, blonde haired bloke hanging off the back waving at me. I was raised to have manners so I waved back at him. I’m pretty sure that it made Boris Johnson’s day and he must have rushed off to text his friends that he’d seen me.
I did eventually get shoved out the way by the paparazzi who were clammering to get the prize shot of The Mayor and the new London bus. I’m not a fan of anything political but I do warm to him purely cos he’s a bit bonkers. Covent Garden was disappointing as per usual – load of crap and overpriced, but I was only there to fulfil my boot lust in Fly London and even that was a waste of time as the object of my affections was obviously designed with stick insect legs in mind. Saved myself some dosh then.