Its not a regular occurrence in my bit of England and it still causes quite a bit of excitement... Traffic delays. Days off school. Falling on bums. Wet gloves on radiators.
Slushy snail-greyish sludge is what we Londoners expect from time to time - its something else to moan about as we trudge, sleet in our faces, past the scarcely-moving traffic, to and from work in the mid-morning late-afternoon constant winter twilight.
Proper thick crunchy sparkling blanketing soft soft snow - now thats a different matter entirely. That particular translucent eerie quality of light which - filtering through the curtains - declares snowfall, that still evokes a childlike anticipation and delight in me and mine.
I guess rarity increases value.
It happened last February and I posted about it then so do go look if you want to here and here.