And back to Britain's favourite discussion: The Weather

An Aussie friend of mine used to do the most hilarious sketch about our weather forecasters - highlighting how they go into overdrive at the slightest gust of wind or unexpected spell of sunshine.

But SNOW..well, that is a whole other story!

Front page news: Cold weather sweeps Britain!
Middle page news: Rail companies fail to keep the country moving
Back page news: Locals clear snow from football pitches

So finally it arrived! I was so excited at the prospect of snow falling on Friday night. All evening friends had been posting pictures of snowy gardens from up and down the country but it was yet to reach the South East and I went to bed hoping we would have a huge dump overnight. I awoke around 3am and like a child at Christmas, peeped out of the window and could see the entire garden. The glow of the pristine snow was illuminating the outside and I was excited.

I love snow - I think the snowy mountains can be the most beautiful place in the world on a sunny day. Snow in London by comparison was always an anti-climax; delayed trains, slushy boots on the pavement, car being sprayed by grit machines, parks full of the remains of snowmen long after the rest has melted.

But here in the country, it was clean, white and successfully filling our garden with beauty. The kid's faces when they saw it was amazing! Mr T can't really remember the snow last year and Little Miss didn't know what to think! We quickly taught her to say 'snow' and she has been pointing at it shouting 'no' ever since!

The first dilemma is how on earth do we dress the kids to go out? Mr T was going to wear his ski trousers for the first time and was excited and Little Miss was dressed up in layers of tights, leggings, fleeces, hat and overall. Gloves were harder to get on her but finally they embarked into the white blanket that covered the lawn. Little Miss stood knee deep for over 5 minutes in the same place unsure of how to walk - made for the perfect photo opportunity! Mr T was busy trying to build a snowman and help Dad clear the car.

Over the course of the morning we did the whole dressing scenario for a second time, this time for sledging! As we walked through the village we asked some locals where to go and sledge and were told to follow the path behind the church, past the donkey field and into the sheep field where we found half the village and their dogs! The kids lasted about 10 minutes and were luckily rescued by a well-deserved Sunday roast in the local pub.

This year the snow was no anti-climax; it created an opportunity for a lovely family day together; laughing and rosy-cheeked.

And it's still here - I did outdoor bootcamp in the snow and glorious sunshine, we went on the slide in the playground and landed in the snow and Little Miss is still heard shouting 'no', 'no' every time I open the front door!