SNOW is one of the great dividers – like Marmite and Brexit.

With the white stuff, the guillotine seems to fall across generation lines.

For children, piles of pristine snow equates to (most likely) a day off school and fun making snowmen and going sledging.

For adults, it’s just one big headache. Not only do we have to worry about childcare, but how on earth we are going to get to work. Will the roads be clear? Are the pavements safe? Is public transport working? Do I have any grips on my shoes so I don’t (A) arrive at work with chilblains (B) fall over and humiliate myself in public, or worse, (C) fall over and end up in A&E.

Wouldn’t it be great if we could follow in our children’s snow tracks and find ways to love the snow. If you are struggling to think of any, I’ve done the hard work for you.

From the comfort of my centrally-heated office, with a mug of warm tea at hand, here are my top reasons why snow ain’t nearly as bad as you think it is...

Mum knows best: Snow is Mother Nature putting us in our place. We think we are so clever with our smartphones, space travel and Skype calls, but sprinkle a bit of white powder over us and we can barely function as human beings. Snow reminds us who’s boss. It’s the ultimate reality check: the equivalent of getting pied in the face by a rogue snowball.

It’s so pretty: Hands up who didn’t take a photo of this week’s snow and post it on social media? Didn’t you feel bizarrely proud that your backyard looked more like a scene from Siberia than the snap shared by your former school chum who now lives in Edinburgh (so much for the frozen north). The truth is, snow is mesmerisingly picturesque, compelling you to take endless photographs of it.

When it’s gone, it’s gone: Snow is such a rare occurrence that it’s worth enjoying it when it arrives. I don’t remember this much snow in York for at least eight years – and for some children, this might be the only chance they get in their childhood to make a proper snowman.

You’ve got the right shoes: I bought a pair of snow boots in the sale at least five years ago. They have been sitting patiently in my understairs cupboard, (nestled next to an assortment of detritus including an old frisbee, two badminton racquets and my snorkelling gear), waiting for a week like this. It was a relief to put them on knowing that I could walk to work without mishap and that my financial investment back in 2013 hadn’t been wasted.

Cars go slowly: Surely one of the major plus points of a proper snow fall is that traffic goes at a snail’s pace. Drivers snake along slushy and icy tracks in the road, taking extra care. If only they could drive with such attention and consideration for the rest of the year too.

And an extra one: it’s fun: Snow gives us the opportunity to connect with our inner child – and recreate the fun we had when we were young. Growing up in Scotland, I remember having so much snow we could actually make igloos in our back garden. When our gloves became sodden, we wore socks instead.