Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow...

Nevi and I take Sunday very seriously as a day of rest, which means in practical terms that the girls are not allowed under any circumstances to wake us up.

They are very well aware of this and as a rule sit obediently in front of the TV, leaving us to surface in our own time. So unused am I to being woken by either of the children on a Sunday that my first thought on catching a bleary-eyed glimpse of the little red-hatted figure on the left was that a garden gnome had somehow broken into the house and was robbing us.

In fact, as it soon transpired, it had snowed during the night and the girls wanted to go out onto the balcony and play. Well, fair enough. It only happens about once every three years and it usually only lasts about a day, so they might as well make the most of it...