With the rest of the UK grinding to a halt under 30 metre snow drifts, and our capital shut (apart from the Chinese takeaways), how lucky we are here in the Millionaires' Playground to enjoy such a Mediterranean microclimate!
As you can see from the photo I took this morning of the dates growing in the back yard at the old cliff top mansion, we've been barely troubled by the white stuff. Indeed, as I toddled down to the Costcutter earlier for my copy of Gra*ia, happy, tanned Thanetians were promenading in the balmy breeze, clad only in their traditional Primark T shirts and shorts, needing only a tin or two of Kronenburg 1664 to warm their cockles!
Surely we should be publicising our unique climate a bit more? After all, why build pebbly snowmen in Brighton when you could live here and sunbathe topless, making sandcastles on our lovely, sandy beach!