It’s snowing! It’s actually snowing!

In December! In softy-southerner Surrey!

Apologies for the unseemly excitement here but this is unheard of. I can’t remember the last time it snowed before Christmas here or indeed anywhere south of about Oxford (which is the furthest north I’ve ever lived and where it did, while I was there in the 1980s, snow an awful lot from about October onwards).

This has to be the best chance of a real, bona fide, proper white Christmas in living memory. Right, that’s it – I’m digging out the Frank Sinatra and the sleigh bells. Never mind all that pretending with robins perching on snowy fork’andles on Christmas cards and the like – we might, just, have the real thing just around the corner this year…