LET it snow, let it snow, let it snow! Love it or loathe it, we have had our fair share of it over the past month and once the initial blind panic subsided, most of us (yes, even the women drivers) managed to venture out in our cars.

Not every journey was a complete success however, and on my first foray into frozen Narnia just before Christmas I witnessed appalling driving by people who should have stayed in and worked their way through a large tin of Quality Street instead of blocking the roads with their spins and skids before randomly abandoning their cars.

Not one to be put off a shopping trip, I dressed for the occasion in a fur hat, ski boots and jacket and large sunglasses (obviously I was also wearing jeans..) and took to the road with my equally glamorous friend Lisa in her new 4x4. Thelma and Louise sprung to mind as we made our merry way out of the frozen wasteland and on to the main road.

We needed to buy cranberries and rum and all things festive and were equipped with lip gloss, mobile phones and two snow shovels so as far as preparation goes we were up there with the best of the boy scouts.

And by and large, although the trip turned into a three-hour expedition that saw us travel about 12 miles altogether, it was reasonably stress free, and retail-wise a triumph.

Our concerns initially were focussed firmly on the state of the roads, but actually the biggest problems were in the supermarket car park. Quite apart from the fact that everyone in the south east of England had decided to go shopping at the same time in the same place, the car park was snow covered and parking was a free-for-all.

Cars were just slid into spaces and left there with scant regard for parking neatness or order, while their drivers ran like lunatics into the supermarket to grab the last turkey.

Consequently there were fewer spaces than usual and, added to the huge amount of abandoned trollies that littered the car park, this was nothing short of Christmas chaos.

Of course young men in their hot hatchbacks were practicing for some Top Gear Dancing on Ice spectacular in one corner of the car park, and while I should have been tut tutting, it looked like lots of fun.

To be honest, I love a bit of snow drama and I think most of us do. I loved the fact that my Ford Focus grew into a large transit van overnight due to the huge amount of snow that covered it, I loved that our little close of houses has become a bustle of activity and snow shovelling and neighbourliness and I love that a very good looking farmer came with a snowplough and cleared all the snow so that I could drive my trusty little car to town.

You see... every snowy cloud has silver lining.