Back at school, we were discussing the effects of The Beast from the East, Ireland's worst snowfall in over thirty years. I asked them what they were feeling now that it was gone.
Personally I'm delighted as I couldn't cope with another day of isolation.
One of the lads put up his hand.
"Miss, I feel very sad."
"And why is that?"
"Well if it only happens every thirty years, then I won't be a child when it happens again."
Boy, did my heart nearly melt.