Growing up on a staple diet of Enid Blytons, I knew all about snowmen and winter sports. I may never have "seen" snow, except in photographs, but I knew that you should never use woolen gloves to make snowballs. I knew exactly how to roll a snowman, and how to make his nose, eyes and big goofy grin. I know how to make an igloo, and to skate on frozen ponds.
I still dream of playing out all my childhood 'snowy' fantasies, someday.
But this year, snowmen visited the apartment opposite my home. And brought a cold snap with them.