It's got be Christmas eve 1968. Living in the Midlands.
Played football with friends in the morning before the rain set in around lunchtime.
The BBC weather forecast was only talking about rain. Then - from nowhere - the rain started to turn to snow. What a shock!
The ground was completely covered by tea time. Temperatures stuck at zero. The snow died out in the early hours.
I really though all Christmases were going to be like this!