Yesterday morning Leo and I looked out his bedroom window and there were patches of white on top of the garden walls and in some of the flower pots. Ronwen reckoned it was frost but it looked a little thicker than that to me, I'd take it as snow, meself. We've had a few flurries - first in December for an hour or two, and then earlier this week, but nothing yet in the settled 'winter wonderland' sense.
That might change this coming week. I love the snow, but the death toll in Europe is putting a bit of a damper on any excitement when it comes to the weather.