Reaching the age when snow just means being cold and slipping more
Ido not know whether to be grumpy or excited. It is freezing cold and we have all woken up to fields of white.
They said the country was going to get mountains of snow and, for a change, the weathermen were not wrong.
For the past few days I have been woken at the crack of dawn by the kids wanting to know if there has been snow overnight and can they go sledging.
Anyone would think it was Christmas morning all over again when we hear the excited patter of little feet outside the bedroom door desperate to know if there is snow.
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I bought them both new red sledges this week. They have been at them with the permanent marker pens to personalise them ready for the weather turning.
I wish I was as enthusiastic as the kids are about the snow but I am not.
There was a time when I would be out in it, making snow angels and igloos. Of course we would also be building barricades ready for the huge snowball fight with the kids from up the road.
I was the first to pull my wellies on, grab my gloves and call my mates to go sledging.
We used to roll big balls of snow and bury the postboxes in the area, turning them into giant snowmen, much to the annoyance of the postmen. It was hilarious when the drunks came home and tried to kick them over not realising there was a big metal box hidden behind the snow.
But as we get older I think snow loses its appeal a bit.
For a start, my knee-high boots are wrecked from struggling to totter along Beverley Road in the snow and ice this week.
I do not have snow boots and my winter boots do not go well with a work suit.
The worst culprit for messing up my shoes is the grit being used in the city centre. My shoes are just ruined from it and it still has not stopped me slipping.
I have had quite a few embarrassing slips and slides already this week and that is before the really bad weather came.
Secondly, it feels colder than it did when we were younger.
The thought of standing at the bottom of a big hill freezing my socks off as I watch the kids sail precariously down it does not fill me with glee.
And thirdly, the other half and the kids pick on me.
The minute I step out of the house I am bombarded with snowballs, which instantly make me wet and cold and grumpy before we have even reached the sledging hill.
This weekend I am going to be a bit more positive and try to remember the fun I had as a child in the snow.
I am going to have a go on the sledge. I have already stocked up on mulled wine, which I am going to put in a flask to help keep the cold away when I am standing at the bottom of the hill.
As the old saying goes, if you can't beat them, join them.