The Week I Survived the Beast from the East

When I was packing for London, I was told it wouldn’t drop below 40 degrees. That was a lie. Somehow, I managed to pick the coldest winter in over 30 years to come and live in London. It’s been a little chilly to say the least. It was also the first time in over 5 years the capital has seen snow and usually I love snow, but I’ve found city snow to be not as fun. It turns to black sludge pretty fast. So, for most of the week I’ve been snowed in. The good news is the University is on strike and all my classes for the first part of the week were cancelled anyway. I’m just happy the Beast from the East, as it was called, is finally crawling back to Siberia.