I took Dexter for a mini walk this morning in the snow. We didn’t have too much here in Reading overnight but there’s lots falling now as I type. Dexter was making all kinds of cute noises as he watched the snow fall on my head - I wish I could get inside his head to see what he makes of it.

We were sharing our walk with countless children on their way to the nearby secondary school. It was a fairly typical sight with boys gathering snowballs and girls giggling at the boys. As a side note, I was seriously impressed that we didn’t get pelted by a snowball. In fact, I walked past 3 groups of boys and each time a few members shouted to their mates “Hold fire lads. Baby!” which I was seriously impressed with. Teenagers get so much undeserved bad press nowadays, it’s nice to be able to share the positives.

One things that never fails to amaze me is the outfits of the girls. It’s freezing temperatures outsides yet I counted at least 6 pairs of bare legs! I had to stop myself from taking pictures as these children aren’t mine and they’re doing a good enough job of exploiting themselves without finding themselves splashed over the web.

I’m not completely out of touch - I remember all-too-well rolling up my skirt the second I left the front door. I also wore a fitted shirt to school that accentuated my boobs, and heels I could hardly walk in. Despite this, I always passed the ‘parent test’ and mum and dad were always happy I was suitably dressed. It left me thinking what the parents of these girls were thinking.

Okay - these are teenagers. There’s every possibility their parents have gone to work and didn’t wave their babies goodbye - but if they did, what on earth is going on?! It’s minus temperatures outside! Dexter and I had countless layers on and I was still worried about keeping him out too long. Maybe I’m just getting old…