Yesterday I when I walked to work I was completely rugged up; long boots, jeans, coat, scarf,beret and leather gloves. It was so cold I didn't even contemplate pulling my ipod out of my pocket and changing tracks. And despite all this, when I got to work I was a body with two blocks of ice at the ends of my arms, topped off with a bright red nose. When I scooted into the office the first thing I did was turn on all the heaters and attempt to turn the place into a furnace in as short a time as was possible. I even wistfully looked at the rubbish bins, willing them to spontaneously combust.
Let's just say it was c-c-c-cold.
This morning, as I am waking up, the radio tells me it will be eighteen degrees (c).
What? Who does this city think it is, Ulan Bator ? (The capital city in the world that has the biggest temperature extremes.) But then, I don't think Ulan Bator goes from one extreme to another overnight.
Today I merrily skipped to work, no white breath, no hat, no gloves, no scarf, wearing a silly little dress and autumn coat. And as I sit here looking out the window I see a yoof walking by in shorts and a t-shirt.
It's either spring already, or there's a massive earthquake on it's way. Either way, I'm loving basking in these moderate climes, long may it last. (And if the temperature plummets during the day, I am fully screwed for my walk home.)