Boston promised snow - and gave me rain. Can you hear my heart breaking?

I was looking forward to a magnificently white winter, with school closures and an otherworldly hush. The weather had other ideasI was excited to experience a Boston winter - being in snow country was a genuine attraction of our trip here - and last week looked set to deliver. The headlines were threatening me with a good time ("predicted to be heaviest snowfall in two years" and pre-emptive school closures ran in ticker tape across the TV screen). Cars started sporting snowplough attachments, and the yoga teacher ended class not with namaste but with an ominous: "Good luck with the storm."My husband and I were giddy as toddlers. Would there be six inches of snow? Twelve? "When I wake up at 4am," my husband said gleefully, studying his weather app, "it should already be white." At the shop he asked, in all seriousness, if we should buy a sledge "before they all sell out".Emma Beddington is a Guardian columnist Continue reading...