Be careful what you wish for... when I talked below of balloons in snow I envisaged a far different scene to this, but it was still a joy to see it. Winter had set in cold and hard, and the weekend had seen prodigious snowfall that all but paralysed the roads and rails, even in London. By this time the main roads were clearer though, their snow reduced to dirty slush piled deep beside kerbs and in gutters. I was returning home from a fruitless eleventh-hour dash central for presents, which was rescued by a warming and convivial couple of pints, and this frozen yellow warmed me even more.
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