Every bloody year, just when I think it can't get any colder . . . it does. I just saw another bloody headline on yahoo there . . . something about Britain facing further Arctic weather. Big woo!!! I mean, personally, I cannot get ENOUGH of the cold weather. Bring it on, I want it to be colder!
I just remembered it's not always easy to detect sarcasm in written form.
(Yes, in case you missed it, the first paragraph featured some mild sarcasm.)
So anyway, I am like the worst person EVER to be born in Scotland. I think I am like a Spanish person or something trapped in a Scottish body. Because I always think it's hotter outside than it actually is (until I get OUTSIDE, obviously). Like, when someone says to me, "dress up warm", I immediately cover my short sleeved flimsy top with a . . . three quarter length sleeved flimsy cardigan. And perhaps one of those scarves that doesn't actually serve the purpose of keeping you warm, but is there purely for decoration. And I nearly ALWAYS forget to put socks on. (Possibly on purpose, I admit. I hate socks. Unless they're fluffy bedsocks to wear around the house.)
And then I wonder why I'm so freaking cold!!!
A heatwave I can always handle. I have more than enough clothes to keep me going for the sunshine. Hell, when I go on holiday I can only take about a quarter of my "sunshine" clothes. But bring on a cold snap??? I go to pieces. I have no idea what I can wear to keep me warm. I have people saying to me "Aren't you FREEZING in that?" (Er, yes! Rub it in!) And SHOES??? Don't even get me started on those. As you probably know I bought my UGG boots to keep my feet warm, only to discover they weren't made for slippery ground. So what do I wear instead? I wore trainers to work today and the snow seeped through and I STILL didn't feel safe on my feet. If I wear ballet pumps, I can just about balance but I hate wearing the dreaded socks with them therefore with cold feet. And OBVIOUSLY, I can't wear heels. Because I can barely walk in them at the BEST of times! Add snow or ice into the equation and that would equal disaster.
The conclusion? Either summer better turn up, like, TOMORROW . . .
I'm on the next plane to Tenerife.