The media can always be relied on to tap into the nation's obsession with the weather.
As advised, every year, the Express trots out its apocalyptic warning about snow as though it's an erupting volcano.
One thing is assured - if and when it does snow, the TV stations will have some poor sap standing out in it in a North Face coat and a scarf telling me that it's snowing. And equally predictably, I will shriek at the TV - "I was around in 1962, I know what snow looks like!!!!"
It's quite comforting in a way ...