The Snow Day

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For some reason, I’ve been feeling a bit grumpy in January.

Even Sunday, when we finally had some snow in our warm, southerly part of the UK, I could hear that thin, whiny voice in the back of my head.

There’s not enough to bother going out in. It’s wet snow. It’s already melting. The sledges are broken or lost or too small for the kids or …..

And on and on and on.

Fortunately, my wife and kids (21 and 17) aren’t in the business of listening to me, so we bundled up in our hats and scarves and piled out into the world.

And it was glorious.

We sledged.

We skidded.

We threw snowballs.

We marvelled at the beauty of the world.

Sometimes, I need reminding about what matters.

Sometimes, I need a snow day.

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