It’s been snowing on and off all day. Everybody, including myself, is complaining about the cold despite the fact that it’s not even below zero. It’s 1°C (34°F).
We’ve been through much worse (’96, it was -15 to -25 for a long time). We’ve either turned into wimps or our age is beginning to matter. Or maybe events this winter (watching all the tsunami footage did wreck my head, I’m telling ya) have worn us out and we’re just gasping for the sun. I know I am. There’s some darkness there that could do with the light.
There’s a big gap somewhere at the back of my house, where my neighbour wrought a new balcony and windows, so there’s a bitch of a cold draught going through the house, creating permafrost all over the place. Just over my keyboard feels like the North pole.
I’m hoping for an Irish heatwave this weekend.