I know I wrote in my last column that winter was creeping into London. Well it has completely abandoned all pretence of gently easing into the capital and has opted more of a shock and awe tactic. It snowed the other morning. And in November, London had a total of 18 hours of sunlight. Over the whole month.
Beyond the meteorological drawbacks, London is beginning to embrace the more warming paraphernalia of the winter season. Christmas lights, to completely inordinate delight of my girlfriend, are being put up all around the capital and Starbucks have even introduced their (preposterously controversial) red cups. Ice-rinks are springing up and the annual Winter Wonderland park in Hyde Park has just opened. At Maltby St markets, I enjoyed a hot Negroni and a warm cider. No complaints here.
When Britain voted to bomb Syria last week, it took over 10 hours for the House of Commons to make the decision as many MPs elected to have their say on the issue. This was a great display of democracy in action, although people will disagree with the final decision. To me, it seems the citizens in London are engaged in the political process more than back home in Perth. People knew which MP controversially voted against party lines and most people had a position on Hilary Benn’s speech.
This morning I walked with my flatmates to the local Christmas tree distributer. It was on a street corner, similar to how I imagine a white-collar drug deal might go down. This probably shows my experience of drug deals. We carefully looked at the entire range and finally we selected the best looking product. And while the sunlight disappears and temperature drops, at least my flat now smells of Christmas.