I grew up in a place where you can expect to get down to -25C in the winter, and I've never lived in a place that you didn't expect to get wintery weather and snow every year. Moving here has been a huge change. I hate the damp (one of my few complaints about this country) and would much rather have it drop below freezing and stay that way to let things dry out. I guess I was prepared for rain, but I expected the rain to be the kind I was used to. Not mostly drizzle and misty crap more days than not with a chance of semi-hard rain and high humidity most of the year.
Anyway, when it snows here, I like it. It goes beyond it being pretty. It helps to suck some of the damp out. It feels more normal to me. I realise that not everyone grew up with cold, snowy winters, but for some of us who did, it can sometimes be comforting in a weird way. I do realise that not everyone who thinks of winter as being snowy feels the same way.
My husband is funny about the snow. I sent him out to pick up bread, milk and some snacks (thinking a thing of biccies for him) because we were out of two and low on one. He came back with two loaves of bread, a giant jug of milk, two packs of gummy candies (his favourites), a thing of oat cakes (not sure why), digestives, a packet of garibaldi, jammy dodgers, two bags of sun bites (so 12 portions), and some Pepsi Max... It made me laugh. Well, once he felt that we'd not die of junk food deprivation if we were snowed in, he's given hourly updates on the amount of snow in the garden.

It really started snowing too late, but if it's still there tomorrow, I hope we can go out and have fun in it.