Today is officially Groundhog Day and yes I know, we don't celebrate it here in Bonnie Scotland.

But since one of my all time favourite movies, starring the legendary Bill Murray, is called Groundhog Day I’ve decided to recognise this famous occasion, so that we too in Glasgow can rely on a cute wee creature (and no I don't mean the lovely Sean Batty) to predict how long winter will last.

Because, let's be honest, with all the snow, hail, wind and rain we’ve had so far in 2018, I for one, would like to know when I can dust off my hair straightener and face the world with a hairdo that doesn't look like I've arrived by motorbike.

If you're not familiar with Groundhog Day, let me bring you up to speed, Groundhog Day is a popular tradition celebrated in the US and Canada on February 2.

It derives from the Pennsylvania Dutch superstition that if a groundhog emerging from its burrow on this day sees a shadow due to clear weather, it will retreat to its den and winter will persist for six more weeks, and if he does not, due to cloudiness, spring will arrive early. Now,wouldn't that be wonderful?

In the 1993 movie, Bill Murray plays an arrogant and selfish weatherman who is sent to cover the Groundhog Day celebrations in the little town of Punxsutawney in Pennsylvania, but he finds himself caught in a time loop, repeating the same day over and over again causing him to re-evaluate his life and attitudes towards other people. This got me thinking what day would I want to relive over and over again?

The obvious choice would be my wedding day, but that was so recent and I still remember it so well, so I decided to think back to major events in my life that I sadly couldn't remember so clearly.

The day I won Pop Idol would definitely be up there, it's my only regret from that period of my life that I didn't keep a diary as it's all really just a blur now and it actually feels like movie I watched a long time ago about another wee lassie from Baillieston who entered a singing contest almost 15 years ago.

Or perhaps it might be the day I got to meet Billy Connolly and chat away to him about square sausages and football while we filmed the dance marathon show for the STV Appeal.

Thoese were all great days and there are a million more like them but the day I would pick to relive over and over again would be the last day I spent with both my gran and granda before they became ill and then sadly passed away.

I think that would be my perfect Groundhog Day, to spend proper time with them, ask them all the questions that I didn't get to ask them during the 28 years I had them on this earth with me and took them for granted.

I’d want to know what my granda’s life was like during the war, I'd ask my gran what it was like to raise six kids in the 50s in Glasgow and did she really live in that single end she showed me during our many trips to the People's Palace together?

I'd want to tell them how my life turned out and all the things I'd done and the people I'd met, but most of all I'd want to tell them how much I missed them and how important they were to me.

On February 12, my gran will have been gone 10 years, with my granda passing just a few months afterwards in August 2008.

My gran was my mum's mum and my granda was my dad's dad and they were both from Cranhill and were the best of pals.

It's hard to believe 10 years has passed in the blink of an eye and I know this will sound silly but sometimes it just feels like they’ve been on a really long holiday and I just haven't seen them in a while.

I think it's just my brain not wanting to really comprehend the reality that they are actually gone, so I've created a wee alternative for myself to believe.

Whatever day you would want to relive again, I hope it's a happy one, but for now let's concentrate on the here and now and keep our fingers, toes and our groundhogs crossed that there's definitely not six more weeks of winter to come.

There's only so much “hat hair” a woman can cope with.