I am totally crap at walking in the snow and ice. I suddenly become a 95 year old dodder wearing rollerskates. I almost made it all the way home tonight, until I fell right on my arse two metres from my front door. A bloke asked if I was all right and I felt a right twit, lying there giggling and sliding slowly down the hill on my fat arse.

And yet I see others striding confidently through the snedge. Why cannot I be like they? But aaah, I’m not seeing all of their journey – perhaps, when out of sight, their confidence will turn to shock as they slip on a patch of ice and go flying. Serve ‘em right for being so confident. Pride comes before a fall, etc.

So yes, it’s snowing in February. What a complete shock, it’s not as if it’s raining lava or boiling AIDS piss. Laugh! as the entire country grinds to a halt just because of a ickle bit of snow.

But we haven’t seen snow for ages. I can’t remember it snowing for years. So this is a new thing; though obviously appropriately seasonal, for whatever reason snow has now become a novelty. So much so that BBC News reported today that they have been sent more images and videos of the snowy scenes and people frolicking therein than any other story, ever. Proof, if need be, that we Brits are obsessed with the weather.

Tammy has NEVER seen snow before, so it’s a complete novelty to her. She ventured out in it once only to nip back in pretty sharpish. She’s now looking out the window, and meowing mournfully at me every now and then, as if she expects me to stop it. Look, cat, if I could, I would!

Actually, I wouldn’t. It’s quite nice, once you’re indoors with the telly and a nice big chilli, and a rather freaked out cat. I’ll probably fall over on my way into work tomorrow and hopefully break something so I won’t have to go in. So let it snow! It’s all good.

Meanwhile in Ice Warrior HQ…