Back in late 2009, I started dating a girl called Katherine. She was an extremely sweet girl she really enjoyed Singstar, and comedy, and not fish. Which I’ll explain in more detail in tomorrow’s Dating Disasters column.

Anyway, that Christmas it snowed extremely heavily. Being London, the entire city ground to a complete standstill, and it took me hours to slowly make my way from work to her flat in North London. There were busses stopped in the snowdrift, and people were slipping and sliding their way through the dark, laughing and talking to loved ones on the phone.

I hadn’t spoken to her for the last hour or so of the journey, and I think she was starting to get slightly worried. So when I got to her place, I spent a few minutes making this feet picture big enough so that it would be visible from her place on the third floor of a block of flats. I then sent her a text message, asking her to look out of her lounge window. And this is what she saw when she did. Well, there was also an ‘I’ at the front, which I didn’t manage to capture in this photo for some reason. But you get the idea. 

Result: Quite impressed. She made me a mug of tea at least.