You may have noticed that it snowed last weekend. There was enormous excitement in my household. Actually, that’s an overstatement. My wife was less than impressed , she had a work trip to Strasbourg the following day and was worried about getting stuck on the Eurostar. The kids were non-plussed because they are too small to understand what snow is really about. OK, I admit it – it was me – I was excited – more excited than a Frenchman on a garlic farm.
This was the first year that the kids would really be able to play in the snow – this was the first year that they could both walk and I was determined to make the most of it.
Soon after getting up, we were all wrapped up and waiting to embark on our first polar mission in the hallway. Both of my skinny kids looked somewhat rotund in the undershirt, sweatshirt, jumper, fleeces and coats they were wearing. As we opened the door to the big, white, brave new world I was holding Meri’s hand and Clare had Arun.
I looked at the snow, looked at Meri and said, “Snow, Meri, snow!
