Today we woke up to the reflected white from an overnight snow ...

It’s such a rare thing here for snow to settle that the children have been on a high all day

We went for a drive to the nearest moorland swing park and ran around with handfuls of white treasure that the afternoon sun had missed.

I stopped for petrol.

Cue delightful pre-school conversation:

3 year old boy, indignant with impeccable logic - “You took the wrong handle. You should have taken the red one because your car is red”

Me - “The colour of the petrol pump handle isn’t supposed to match your car – what would happen if it was a blue car?”

4 year old boy, quick as a flash with autistic literal reasoning – “Paint it”