Snow joke when you want to go anywhere

IT snowed on Thursday night, and I cannot deny the magic of pulling open the curtains first thing in the morning to a sparkling carpet of white.

Years ago when I learnt to drive I fell out with snow, discovering, rather belatedly, that snow drifts are far more appealing when you don’t have to career through them at speed, hands gripping the steering wheel, wishing you’d listened to the man at the car showroom when he tried to sell you a set of winter tyres.

That’s the frustrating thing about snow. It’s only really lovely when you have nowhere to go.