So it's been a bit nippy then. Coldest winter for 30 years or so apparently. Pretty at times - this picture is of my wife Anne and daughter Bethan on the Sugarloaf mountain near Abergavenny in South Wales on New Years Day.
However, if you're not out enjoying it, you're probably one of the rest of the millions in the country in gridlock because we've had an inch and a quarter of snow and the temperature's drooped below freezing.
It never ceases to amaze me how inept the British are at coping. Despite out stiff upper lips, and alleged never say die attitude, it only takes a snowfall, a heatwave, three weeks without rain and so on, for the country to go into meltdown. It's either too hot, too cold, too wet or too dry. It's never OK.
Admittedly, that's a very broadbrush view. It has been colder than normal, but bloody hell, it's winter isn't it? And some cope better than others. The Scots, or those in Scotland. My brother who lives near Perth is just fed up of it, but the fact he's got 3 ft of snow piled up on the side of the road isn't stopping him and his family going about their daily basis. Here in Cardiff, half an inch and the city shuts down.
Still, better brace for some more - today's weather forecast suggests we're in for further cold weather (a balmy -5 today) and a deal more snow on Tuesday night/Wednesday morning.
It's just a shame I'm back at work. No doubt the kids school will shut, and they'll have all the fun sledging!