On the mildly worrying side

I remember bitching about how cold it was earlier to beloved, then I read baranduyn's post and reflected.

I was bitching about it being cold, yes, and I was cold. But I was sat on my patio at 11:00pm, in a short sleeved shirt, with no heater, in January.

This is Yorkshire. I shouldn't even be thinking about going outside at this time of year without 3 layers of clothing and a St Bernard loaded with strong spirits, let alone at night.

Freaky, Freaky weather