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The worst torture in the world...

...if you're five years old Walking across wide expanses of untrodden snow with your mother hauling you along and saying "I know it's tempting, but now we've finished at the dentist's you've got to go to school". It was pretty glorious really. Horrible mother, who did feel bad about the whole situation, relented on Stourbridge Common and permitted one snowball, We arrived at school just as Looby Loo's class started to go outside for playtime and we spotted her running around throwing snowballs as we wandered past the playground a few minutes later.

We're a bit confused tho': we had the it's-about-to-snow migraine attack at the weekend--headache to end all headaches on Saturday night, sick stomach Sunday night, inability to locate fifty percent of our spoken vocabulary on Monday, doom and gloom on Tuesday. Admittedly, the last was after the two minute bombardment of hail yesterday morning and the damp flurry of snow at 3 pm that dissipated almost instantly. Now all we need is something to combat snow blindness. Dark clip-ons to go over tinted specs?