Although there seems to be a week or a day for everything, Family Literacy Day is one that I can truly get behind.

Some of my favourite memories as a kid were when my dad would sit in bed with me and read Roald Dahl books. I would be all snuggled in, pyjamas on, covers pulled up to my chin. My dad would sit on top of the covers, as to ensure an easy escape when I fell asleep.

“Can I touch it, or should I be wearing gloves?”

Those were the first words out of my travelling companion’s mouth when we got off the train in Blue River last week. Tom was asking about the snow – something he had never before witnessed, having grown up in Australia.

I have a confession. I don’t compost. 

I’d like to think I’m environmentally conscious. I mean, I recycle everything else. I even have a handy little station in my kitchen with different bags for cardboard, tin cans, newspaper, white paper, glass and bottles.