I got my breakfast when it was still dark, and sat down to watch the news. When they said about how many people were waking up to snow, I cast an angry sideways glance out of the window, thinking "typical, not here".

Then I realised it was here.
I did a tiny dance, ate my breakfast super quick, then went to nag a newly-awake G to come outside and frolic with me.
I've been waiting for this garden to be snowy since we moved in.



The rest of the day was fine. Y'know, just fine. Less snowy, so less good.