This is sort of a follow-on from Snooky's thread on the kids of the 50s, 60s and 70s.
Following last night's new snow, my son couldn't wait to get out in the garden. He's just dragged me down there now to look at the igloo he's built, and take a photo of him in it
What's wrong with that, you're asking? Nothing, except that he's a 27-year-old policeman. Today just happened to be his first day off since the snow began
In my day, you had to have your own kids to give you the excuse to go out and do things like that
