Illustration by Sarah J. Coleman

I got up for work at 3.30am this morning to gird my loins for a full-on first day back at the coalface. Strangely excited, I had been trying to convince Leigh I could hear snow falling in the night. On leaping out of bed (I leap into, but never out of bed, so something was up) I saw this. All that remained to was write in it and my first-day-back-at-school-blues were gently blown away at a silent, fluffy zero degrees, one flake at a time.