My daughter asked me to walk into town this afternoon. I agreed as long as we came back the long way round so I got a bit of a walk.

The snow is starting to look a bit tired now, especially in town where it is looking quite sad and dirty. The Christmas decorations are still up. They would have been out on Sunday to take them down, but I’d be surprised if they do – mind you they are quite a hardy and dedicated team. Surely they won’t want to be up cherry pickers and ladders in this weather?

I’ve decided to wear my favourite hat again. I can’t be bothered if my children are embarrassed by it any more. I bought it on a roadside stall in the Scottish Highlands quite a few years ago. I love it and don’t care what anyone else thinks.

I realised there is something serious missing in this snow. There are no snowmen! The snow is really powdery and doesn’t make snowballs or snowmen at all. It has made it quite good for walking on – although my wife has been attending to millions of breakages, from slipping on ice, in Gloucester hospital today.

If they can’t make snowmen they can go sledging – That’s one thing the Forest has to offer – plenty of hills to sledge down. Maybe I should get a tea tray out!