It was freezing tonight when I went to pick My Girl up from a party, and the garden was white by the time we got back. The Eldest was out like a flash, and they were so excited, snow being such a rarity in our temperate climate here, that I had to record it. But poor darling Little One, tucked up fast asleep in his bed, will be so upset that he missed it. He has been waiting for months for snow, somehow convinced that it snows at Christmas. My heart breaks.