What great week. The south of England has been hit with proper snow.
Gloriously, most of the country downed tools immediately and went out to play.
It's been great to sledge, build snowmen and throw snow balls (even if my daughter screams mum every time snow goes down her back: in my next life I'm demanding sons).
But the best bit has been the pompous incredulity shown by congenitally dreary whom seem to think we are dreadful for either being unable to take a bit of snow or (if they have a couple of brain cells) preferring fun to work.
Thank you for your misery, it makes me feel so much better!
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