We British have a reputation for talking about the weather. I know that in the U.S. and Canada it snows professionally and what we have is really just kids' play, but even a hard-boiled cynic like me finds it difficult not to be a little excited about the heaviest snow-fall for 18 years!
We woke up to thick snow and I got first light pictures before the pristine perfection is ruffled by eager feet.
My husband's school is closed for the day, and maybe tomorrow too, so we are having an unexpected holiday
The cat was great comedy value, his paws disappearing up to his tummy the moment he stepped out. He proceeded to try to bound over it, only suceeding in landing again up to his midriff further from the door. He decided that he was safer under the table where he could use the cross-bars of the chairs to raise himself a little. He patted and ate and sneezed in his exploration of this strange, uncomfortable substance before retreating to the house. He came out again, intrigued by our games in the garden, trying to avoid being a snow-ball target yet enjoying being near us. He's now curled up on his blanket on my desk (I'm such softie!) by the heater and is a picture of contentment! Seems like a good way to spend the rest of the day!