It's snowing like a B**** in London!

Snow's wonderful if you're an Eskimo and you need to build a three bedroom igloo.

Snow is also wonderful if you're living the good life and you're skiing in Switzerland.

Snow's great if you're a child who's off school due to the bad weather and you're happy enough to have a snow fight with your friends or build a snow-man.

It's beautiful if you're watching the snow fall from the warmth and safety of your bedroom window, wrapped up in your duvet, drinking hot chocolate with your heating on full blast.

It's not so wonderful if you're my friend Cora who was ejected from a taxi last night in the middle of a blizzard, three miles away from home. The taxi got stuck with its tyres going around and around but the car wouldn't and couldn't move. Unfortunately, it was 3am in the morning, she'd just finished a 12 hour shift at work and she was dying to pee and she had a long walk home. Now the following sentence isn't very nice; but this is what happened next - Cora's bladder had no sense of timing because it needed emptying well before she'd make it home. In her words she was bursting, so in the middle of the night, in the middle of the snow, in the middle of the street, Cora had no choice but to make a horrible yellow patch in the snow. Poor Cora!

I wish she didn't tell me that. I know people have to off-load, but it's not a pretty picture and it's now embedded in my mind.