It’s snowing thick and fast outside, the kids have built a snowman and have finally had the chance to take a ride in their sledges as I watched from the warmth whilst folding the laundry. Give it a few hours and I’m almost certain the white stuff will have melted to slush that or washed away with yet more rain. There’s something rather therapeutic and comforting about looking out through the window pane watching the snow fall, tracing the water droplets as they etch their way downwards, trickling like tears down a face as their paths collide finally gathering to …
