Last night the snow fell. I looked out of the window and could enjoy the sight of it, glittering in the sodium lights, tracked by next-door’s dog, happy in the knowledge that this morning I would be driving to work in my little blue box. This morning the snow was falling harder, great big wet white flakes of it, blanketing the breadth of the dual carriageway and making even the A14 a thing of beauty. I drove my car, I turned on the windscreen wipers to clear the snow from my vision, I turned up the heater so I wouldn’t get too cold, and I drank my coffee that I had stored safely in the cup-holder. I did get stuck in a little queue. But I felt it a fair exchange.