Hours of continuous snowfall: 33 (a personal record).
Flake size: miniscule – to me they felt like sleet, apart from the cold.
Depth of snow on roof of sandwich shop awning: 6 inches.
Degree of woooohhhnder felt while walking through the Old Town at night, emptied of people and sound by the white stuff sifting down: Ginormous.
Percentage of Prague residents who don’t use snow tyres (anecdotal from lifelong Praguer - apparently there's no law): about 30%.
Astonishment that at the first sign of frost in Czechland, they don’t grit the major roads and pavements: 76%.
Consequent amazement at the sight of major roads thickly covered in white, becoming rapidly brown, stuff: 82%.
Proportion of body bruising as a consequence of the giddy decision to
Puzzled examinations of soles of supposedly rugged walking boots that inexplicably failed to shoot out sharp, snow-grabbing crampons upon contact with ice: 8.
Stupid woolly hat rating: 9.
Warmth of stupid woolly hat rating: 11/10. Pointy head or not, I will never make a mockery of ear flaps again.
Brief digression into what the well-dressed worker wears in the office in inclement weather.
Very stylish lady: clingy long underwear (black, top and bottom) accessorised with a little black fur-trimmed waistcoat and brown, embroidered, fur-lined, suede boots.
Other very stylish lady from Serbia via Monaco and the Côte d'Azur: gold jewellery and a tartan picnic blanket as a skirt.