I'm torn between wanting to stay in my nice, toasty flat and wanting to stomp around in the snow!
Sadly, none of my REAL footwear is in the flat- my fake ski boots (oh, how I wish for that fur lining now!) and my walking boots are all still at my parents house because the flat is too small to fit in things that I only use once a year. Which is sad, as it means I will get cold, wet feet. But the park is only twenty minutes away so I'll probably just risk it.
This morning there was a snowball fight of epic proportions in the car park outside my building, as all the hundreds of children who live in these tiny council flats poured outside to pelt each other. Will venture out a bit later on so as not to get caught in the crossfire.
Snow is so great when you actually don't have to leave the house!