Snowing quite heavily today in London for the first time in years -- Rick said the first time since his daughter was born nine years ago.

Dozens of people in the agency piled out to "teletubbyland" ie the grass between our office and the river. Mad free for all. Snowballs everywhere. People pelting each other randomly, or whizzing them at the odd taxi or lorry that ventured to our site. One lorry driver got out to fight back, then climbed back into his cab and, driving off, almost skidded into a nearby wall.

The snow intermittently removes the horizon. Hammersmith Bridge and the Thames appear to be part of the sky.

I'm pink faced and hot now that I'm indoors and looking from my window down to teletubbyland below. It's dotted and tracked with green like an abstract painting, where people have skidded or rolled balls for snowmen, or grabbed up handfuls to chuck at their colleagues.

Left home this morning, noticing again the For Sale sign in the front garden. We have potential buyers looking today. At least there won't be a mouse to worry about. The trap having worked its evil snappy magic last night.