Snow is such a rare event in southern England. The appearance of snow should automatically declare the day a holiday. Unfortunately, the system isn’t poetic in the slightest. Cars slither and burn rubber along silvery grey side streets. People walk gingerly and a schoolgirl topples in a confusion of gloves, satchels and knees. The worst thing about falling isn’t just the shock of pain, it’s the hideous feeling of embarrassment as red faced you quickly scan about to see who has seen this temporary downfall.
She does what we all must do in such situations: dust ourselves off and start all over again.