Yesterday morning, after we received a text to say that his school was open, my son rushed into the school yard early so that he could play in the snow with his mates. It was great the way he could just walk down the street and find himself among friends, enjoying the wonder of the snowfall. There he was laughing and running around -- as he does much of the time now -- with children from the amazingly diverse community we have here in east London. This is what life is all about!
It made me think that there's something rather marvellous about local schools and the snow; a local school can help children truly celebrate the snow because it does bring the community together in a positive way and in a fashion that virtually no other institution does.
I'd be interested to hear what other parents/pupils' stories are regarding the snow -- good or bad.