The last SNOWMAN

I was gazing out of the window at the snowman, and the snowman’s pebble eyes were staring back at me, just as all his ancestors had, when Alice came into the kitchen, taking care not to bump into the cardboard boxes.

‘I’m off now, Mum.’

She was the last to leave. Matt and Luke, both with longer drives home, had set off earlier.

‘Remember to take photos, like you promised. I’ve already reminded Dad.’ She nodded towards the garden before looking round the