Warm Weather

Overnight a heat wave has turned our beautiful white fairytale town into what looks like the remnants of a biblical deluge. Was there rain, I thought to myself as I stepped over puddles of mud, and where has all the dog poo gone, that usually you can see contrasting against the whiteness of the snow? Some things in Russia are best left unexplained, some questions should never be asked. So gone are the days of soft clean snow crunching beneath my weary feet, and they have been replaced by the feeling of living like a 19th century street urchin walking through a sewer.

One day I shall tell you about the horrors of Russian public toilets.