GLASGOW looked like a Christmas card for much of last weekend due to all the snow. As I walked through the town centre on Saturday afternoon, I was struck by the notable lack of children out enjoying the snow and wondered why there was not a single kid hurling a snowball or building a snowman. I lamented to myself that kids nowadays are too involved in their iPhones and iPads to know the most satisfying feeling of pelting your mate with a snowball.
Just then an absolute cracker of a snowball smacked me square on the noggin. I turned round to find a small boy staring at me. I waited for an apology, but the petulant little pest laughed at me and pointed a mocking finger. Suppressing my anger and embarrassment, I gritted my teeth, smiled, and went on my way.
I decided in that moment that my previous views on the snow were wrong. I am now reflecting that we should celebrate the passing of the snowball into the annals of history, and wishing that someone had bought the wee guy an iPhone!