I feel that I have become slightly obsessed with the snow, and not a little grumpy.
At the weekend my husband created an epic sledge run in our garden.
I was aware of the squeals of delight even before my 5yo came inside to get me so that I could witness the awesomeness.
A face full of snow is a small price to pay in return for flying down the hill and skidding to a halt in a snow bank!
This face, with its icy eyelashes, made me feel a lot less grumpy.