The big chill

Yesterday we had snow - real, proper snow - in North London. It was a bit of a shock. Not just to me - there were people on the bus trying to take pictures of it. The snow didn't actually settle and was soon gone, but it was enough to make me think that winter has finally arrived.

I remember winters when I was little. Sometimes the snowfall was so heavy that it would come up to my waist. Admittedly, my waist was a fair bit closer to the ground when I was seven, but even so, it was impressive. I remember loving the crunching sound that the snow made beneath my wellington boots. When you are young, snow is an entirely positive experience. It means snowmen, snowballs, tobogganing and a reasonable chance that school will be closed.

I lost that love of snow. Now it means getting cold, wet, waiting longer for the bus and the potential for slipping over in the street. How did I come to dislike something that seemed so unambiguously joyful in my youth? Mind you, it's not just snow: in those days I also loved Vesta meals, Flying Saucers sweets and On The Buses. The past really is a foreign country, isn't it?

I do occasionally have to leave home, despite my desire to hibernate. For instance, this coming week I will be unable to teach on Sunday, 23 Nov (when I will be playing tennis with friends in who knows what weather) and the evening only of Thursday, 27 Nov (when I will be at the dentist, having root canal work done. Really. That isn't a joke. Are you jealous?)

So that you can continue to exercise without leaving your own home, even while I suffer in various ways, I have pre-recorded the above classes. If you would like to attend, just book the class as normal and I will make sure you receive the recording before the usual start time.

For more details and to book an online class, go to the online classes page of my website by clicking here.

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