Plus 5. Then minus 6. Then plus 2 and sleet. Then minus 12 with the windchill. Then plus 6 and rain. Then back down to minus 6 with no precipitation this time.
Suede coat and shiny boots. Then winter parka and snow boots. Then raincoat and wellies. Then back to the suede coat. With a shawl wrapped round it.
This morning I walked the dog in the suede coat and shiny boots and about 5 minutes out the heavens opened (I didn't notice it was cloudy because it was pitch-black dark) and poured on me, and then I had no time to change and had to drive to work in wet suede and damp patent boots, which didn't dry out properly at work because I am in the office of crazy air, so they froze (with my feet in them, and they are very pointy) when the temperature dropped to minus 15 this evening and I couldn't get the car to heat up before I actually arrived home in it.
FOR FUCK'S SAKE.
So now I am sitting at the computer (in a heated house) wearing my polar socks and my polar fleece with a hot water bottle pressed up against my internal organs, and I AM STILL COLD.
I wish it was March 31st, I said to Himself.
I wish it was May 31st, Himself said back.
'Xactly.
And it's to be colder tomorrow, apparently.
And the work Christmas do is on.
Although it being the Canadian work do, I can wear my polar fleece and snow boots if I want, and it will be all over by 6.30pm anyways. None of your Irish wear a nice dress and stay out late rubbish over here in the North Pole.
It could be worse. I could have said yes when Himself wanted to move to Alberta and I could be dealing with minus 40.
Yes, that is a feasible temperature for human existence.
No, I don't know how they do it.
So I guess I should just suck it up.
I'm all in a heap because it's coming up to Christmas and I should be in Ireland and I'm not nor will I be and I'm very sad and I keep trying to push it out of my head and it keeps pushing its way back in.
Persistently. Like Shannon when she knows the reason you want her on the deck is because there's steak on the grill.
And of course Christmas in the 'new' house is not very exciting when it's just two people and no presents to open.
We bought a new water system instead. I guess I'll just tie a ribbon round a glass and hydrate all day.
Still, I shouldn't moan. We had lots of excitement and fun with the wedding and our trip to Cuba.
It's just that was THEN.
And this is NOW.
And Himself just came back from the postbox with a key that means there's a parcel (although I think it's presents for someone else) in the parcel box but he didn't know what it was so now someone has to go back down there.
IN THE COLD!!!!!!
Brrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr.
Maybe I'll feel better at the weekend. When it gets closer to Christmas.
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