My earliest memory of a snow day is pure, uncomplicated joy. Snow meant building a snowman, no school, and maybe a snowball fight. It meant cosy socks and jumpers by the radiator, pressing my cold, sopping feet against its warmth, getting chilblains and not caring. The day was easy, small, joyous. No anxiety. No obligations. Just snow. Then I got a little older, and snow started to get complicated. My house sits right by the mountains and catches snow first, making the roads

The classic fry-up is one of the most personal meals there is. It’s comfort and chaos on a plate — a reward after a long week, sustenance after a heavy night, a hangover cure and a small act of self-care all at once. It’s the meal that forgives you for everything. Maybe that’s why people get so emotional about it. A fry-up can spark serious debate — what belongs on the plate, what doesn’t, and what counts as a criminal offence before 10 a.m. Everyone thinks their version is t