N° 1, no longer a sprog, alas, asked if we could go and see The Snowman (nostalgia isn’t what it used to be). So this afternoon we set off to the Auderghem Cultural Centre and sat happily through the annual charity performance of Prokofiev’s Peter and the Wolf and then Raymond Briggs’s and Howard Blake’s timeless The Snowman. We used to come every year, until the children grew out of it. I not so secretly enjoyed our return but, then, I defy anyone not to enjoy this simple, touching tale of mischief and mystery.