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When I was little, every time I got the teensiest bit excited about anything, Granny Sidebotham (that’s my real dad’s mum) used to say, “Mark my words. There’ll be tears before bedtime.”

What a thing to say to a little kid! Like, “Don’t ever have fun, Felicity, or something bad will happen!”

Well, it’s a good thing Gran wasn’t invited to our snow picnic, because, not counting Christmas, it has to be the MOST fun I ever had in winter!

We stuffed our faces till our buttons practically popped off. But even after the food was gone, our fairy-lit garden felt so incredibly magic, no-one could bear to go back indoors.

It had practically stopped snowing by this time. Just an occasional, totally perfect snowflake drifted down. Lyndz stuck out her tongue and tasted one. “I wish we could stay out here all night,” she said.

“Andy would have to thaw us with his blowtorch in the morning,” I shivered.

The temperature was so far below zero by this time, Mum’s picnicking Siberians would have been completely at home.

Suddenly Kenny had the bright idea of putting on all the clothes she’d brought with her! We all rushed inside, and soon we were all throwing on every garment we could find. It was like that dressing up-race we had on Sports Day in the Infants. (Which I always lost, incidentally. Not because I was bad at sports. I was ace, thanks very much! More because I was the only kid who took the dressing-up part really seriously!)

I think Mum still felt bad about her New Year freak-out, because she kept herself totally under control while we piled on the layers, even though it meant us dripping melted snow all over her clean kitchen floor.

“That’s better,” sighed Lyndz, when we were back outside. “Nice and toasty again.”

The only problem was that all the extra clothes made our arms totally stick out at the sides. We were all moving dead stiffly.

“We look like robots,” Lyndz giggled.

“Or Teletubbies,” suggested Rosie. And she went into this hysterical Teletubby impersonation. Soon we were all waddling about, talking in silly baby voices like Tinky Winky and La La and whatever.

“Hey, we can be the Snowtubbies,” I said suddenly.

This made Lyndz laugh so hard she had a complete choking fit, which probably makes her the only hiccupping Snowtubby in history. Mind you, her hiccups stopped in record time when Kenny threatened to stuff a big handful of snow down her neck! Now all we had to do was get Lyndz out of her major sulk! Eventually Rosie persuaded her to make snow angels with us.

Oh, if you’re interested in having a go, here’s the Sleepover Club’s Three-Step Guide to snow-angel making!

FIRST, you fall backwards gracefully into a snowdrift, OK? Oh, yeah! TOP TIP. Pick a patch of snow without a prickly bush underneath. Frankie didn’t. So her first attempt wasn’t as graceful as it could have been. It also hurt a LOT!!!