Tonight Wales plays France in Paris.
The Welsh team has won its last nine matches meaning a lot is expected, anticipated, hoped for tonight. And, ah, there's that snowflake in the sun: hope.
As a seasoned Welsh fan I know I'm going to end up depressed at some point during the next couple of months. The more they win the higher the hopes and the greater the fall.
My, I do sound depressed already. I'm not. I'm excited and hopeful about tonight's game - which I'll be watching on television in front of the fire. Unlike some Welsh fans who may still be sitting in Bristol airport waiting for a flight after many flights today were cancelled because of the snow.
Snow? What snow?
Daughter phoned this morning to say the children had a snow day off school and did we want to go sledging with them?
Snow? What snow?
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The Six Nations Championship, I like the sound of it. Hey, maybe your team will be the champions. No snow either where I live, we don't ever get snow.
We've had snow but it melted as soon as it fell. I'd have needed a sledge with wheels … and a hill.
Wishing good luck to the Welsh team!
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