I blame EastEnders………..

Every Christmas, along with an implausible plot and a some hideous revelation, the snow falls on Albert Square. So we somehow still believe that a white Christmas in London is the norm, when there hasn’t actually been one for 43 years. It would be nice, just once, to have a sprinkling of snow on Christmas Eve that melted away on Boxing Day. Instead, we’ll get the usual huge, unwelcome Arctic dump in the middle of January. It will cause danger, chaos and misery everywhere. A bit like an episode of EastEnders. Still, you never know. Sing along with this and we might just get what we’re dreaming of.