Let's be honest, as soon as our calendars hit December, everyone's waiting for just one or two snowflakes to fall from the sky. 

We wait through December (with an extra wish for snow on Christmas Eve), then January with a heavy heart, and are sometimes gifted with icy, black, hard snow on February. It's not the soft snow of our dreams, exactly, but we'll take it. 

Perhaps 2021 thought we were owed snow, after the mess that 2020 was. So here we are in February, sat inside whilst it snows down heavy, powdery, white snow. We sit through our meetings and lessons glancing out the window every two seconds to make sure it's still snowing, itching for the moment we can wrap up warm and run outside. 

Then you actually wrap up warm and run outside. And you realize: maybe a hot chocolate inside would be a whole lot more comfortable than this? Probably. 

You see, we forget that when we wish for snow, we're looking forward to having snowball fights with our friends and making snow angels with our family. We don't realise it, but it's a lot more about how we spend time in the snow with our close ones than the snow itself. 

It seems hard, but let's try and not be angry about this. Sure, maybe you can't go on your daily run (that's really more of a fast walk) or nip to Morrison's as the highlight of your week and the most adventurous thing you've done all month. 

If we look on the bright side, we can see all the good things that the snowing has brought us. With icy roads, people are understandably more cautious to drive, and so there are less cramped supermarkets and less big meet ups in parks for the cold. 

You might not have the ability to meet up with your friends, but you do have a hat, a scarf, and a sibling (or another family member) you can drag outside into the garden. We should enjoy ourselves in the snow as much as possible, and maybe we'll get some next year. 

For now, London's hit -1 degrees celsius, and it doesn't look like it's going to stop snowing anytime soon.