I got my first taste of snow this year - strange stuff............but GREAT fun.

I loved shovelling it up on my nose and trying to eat it. Not as tasty as twigs though.

Dad made what they called a 'snowball'. and threw it at me. Of course he missed.

Not wishing to let his amusement bye-pass me, I picked up the snowball and ran into the house with it, biting it as I went.

I left a rapidly thawing trail of snow all through the house . . . . and in my bed.

By the time he'd caught up with me there was little left, but 'madam' was frantically running around the house picking up lumps of snow from the carpets and sofa.

I've now decided that snowball fights are fun and I can't wait till the next time.