london is snowed in, fucked, creative

There once was a land of noblemen, footballs and invention. This land was once very powerful and ruled the seas for miles and miles. However, time passed and whilst its power waned it was still considered a strong and influential place. The bedrock of this great strength was a place known as Londinium.

One day, a terrible cloak of fine white powder descended on fair Londinium and brought it to its knees. This fine white dust, which people named snow, brought joy and smiles to children of all ages who made statues and weapons out of this strange and magical substance. However, it gave nothing but sadness to the mechanics of the city as all transport and much productivity ground to a halt. Some said that many millions of Londinium's inhabitants could not perform their daily duties.

How could this be so? How could a friend to the children defeat such a behemoth as Londinium?

I do not know the answer, but I did experience this snowy phenomenon firsthand, and whilst the infrastructure couldn't cope some people made the best of it; or more specifically, some people made snow sculptures.

This one lives across the road from me.