b) fast food
c) coping with a few inches of snow.
Right, here we go, over the top, into battle:
a) So? we've grown ups and no longer need to play rounders let along watch it
b) Huh! I've never had on the other side of the pond kebabs charcoal grilled, hand ground burgers or pizza with real Italian base like we get here (hurrah for the foodie revolution)
c) Ah....er.... bother! In the timeless words of Monty Python and the Holy Grail: Run away!!!
For alas Mr T might have a point. It is truly ridiculous that about a cm of snow could grind the capital to a near halt.
Having said that that the coating has made London stunningly beautiful, suburbs turned to white crystal as if Narnia has jumped through the wardrobe into our city.
Of course Narnia has the wicked White Witch to worry about. And here too there is a jingling coming towards us all, an ancient enemy that brings woe where ever it goes.
Yes its the tax man, distributing notices reminding us about online filing and payment deadlines.
And not even some Turkish Delight to soften the blow!