The deepest snow I can ever remember was in 1989 or 1990. I remember it because I was only 11 or 12 years old, a pupil at Coates Endowed Middle School, Ponteland, and the snow on the school field nearly came to the top of my wellies. I remember everyone making snowmen in break times and falling in the snow to make snow angels. Since then, every time snow has been forecast, I have always hoped for it to be as thick as that year, but it has never materialised. Until today.

After nearly twenty years of waiting and hoping, the snow is coming down so thick and heavy that the whole of London has come to a stand still and joy of joys I have been prevented from making it into the office. Dom is stranded too.

That doesn't mean we can't work, because we can work remotely on our laptops, (which, of course, we have been doing very diligently), but it does mean that in our lunch break we have been able to go out and play...

And now, I would like to introduce to you, Peter the Snowman.

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