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Being thin and therefore without much insulation, I鈥檓 always cold. I take a hot water bottle to bed pretty much 365 days a year and even when the sun is shining, I鈥檒l be the one in a scarf and mittens.

So when the snow began to fall this month, I felt lucky to be watching from the warmth of my centrally heated home. With a light dusting of the white stuff, my small concrete garden was transformed into a magical wintry world.

As a wheelchair user, I鈥檝e always seen the snow as my enemy; with just a few inches, my wheels stop turning, my PAs can鈥檛 get to work and for the duration, my life has to be put on ice.

But as I looked outside at the Christmassy scene before me, all this was forgotten. Instead, I couldn鈥檛 imagine how snow could ever be anything other than my friend. I had been well and truly seduced by it鈥檚 beauty.

How could snow be bad when it enabled me to have a number of guilt free days off work? Sleeping until noon, watching daytime TV and eating lots of carbohydrates (i.e. cakes) to keep warm. But after 3 days of Loose Women and cookery programmes, I was getting cabin fever.

For the second time that week, when I looked out at the garden, all I could see was a thick white blanket of inaccessibility. My home was surrounded by an impenetrable moat of snow. I was going nowhere. My brief love affair with the white stuff was over.

And that鈥檚 when it dawned on me. My aversion to snow wasn鈥檛 just because it was imprisoning me at home. I realized that it also bothered me because I wasn鈥檛 able to enjoy it like I had as a non-disabled child. I wanted to leave my wheel tracks in the perfectly pristine sheet of white, to have a snowball fight and lie down amongst the powdery flakes and make a snow angel.

The time had come to turn the television off and head for the garden. It took around two hours to kit me out in a muddy pink pair of wellies that had last seen the light of day at Glastonbury and layers upon layers of chunky jumpers and oversized waterproofs. Once I鈥檇 doubled my body weight with clothes, I was ready to brave the elements. I had my PA, my partner and a garden full of the white stuff. What more did I need?

Edging forward into the snow, my chair began to complain. It didn鈥檛 want to proceed but I did. I ploughed on, leaving narrow trenches in my wake. I felt like an intrepid explorer in an unfamiliar land. I came to a halt. I was stuck. I was only half a metre from the door.

Undeterred, it was time to make a snow person. Unable to reach the ground, the snow was brought to me. My trusty assistants covered the patio table with enough for a body and a head with eyes, nose and mouth. There were no arms or legs. It was a perfectly imperfect disabled snow person. I loved it.

Before I could say 鈥楯ack Frost nipping at my nose鈥�, my partner had grabbed me out of my wheelchair, carried me over to an extra deep pile of snow and laid me down on the coldest but most comfortable of beds. At last, the chance had arrived to move my arms and legs out to the side to make a snow angel. Nice idea in theory. In practice however, lying down, I鈥檓 like a turtle on my back. The only thing I can do in this position is blink. So as I lay on the ground, in my garden, looking directly ahead at the flats above, I created my very first snow cripple.

It was cold and I was ready to head inside to thaw out. But there was something I needed to do first 鈥� to have a snowball fight. On reflection, perhaps 鈥榝ight鈥� was a little ambitious. The person I was meant to be hitting had to first pass me some snow and then help form it into a ball. Snow in hand, I tried as hard as I could to throw it at her. Perhaps if she鈥檇 knelt down in front of me and was within my reach I鈥檇 have succeeded. Instead, I threw the snowball with all of my strength and it landed in my lap.

Since my PA is technically there to do the things I can鈥檛, I wheeled back into the warmth and instructed her to finish the fight on my behalf. I shouted out instructions like 鈥渁im for the head!鈥�, 鈥渦se black ice!鈥�, 鈥渟how no mercy!鈥� and she did exactly as I asked.

They reckon it鈥檚 going to be a white Christmas this year... For once, I can鈥檛 wait!