So, I am not going to muck around – this morning it’s bloody cold.
Now bare in mind I live in Auckland, and it’s summer, so by “bloody cold” I probably mean “like an average day in a English summer”. But for my delicate, New Zealand acclimatised body, it’s freaking freezing. I am filling up on hot teas and have yet to actually remove my coat despite being in the office for over four hours.
With that in mind, and my mind wandering to the days of London living that is sneaking up fast, my head is filled with cable knit dreams.
I don’t know if it’s the British buried deep inside me, or if I am just a very strange lady, but I love winter.
I love the feeling of coming in from a winters day, cold to my core, and swaddling myself in layer after layer of knitwear, clasping a hot mug of something (anything – because I will likely just clutch it between my hands until it cools rather than actually drink it) and watch bad American sitcom reruns on TV.
It sounds like bliss, and it’s where I want to be right this second.
Maybe a lunchtime trip to the shops in search of an appropriate cardi will cure my Monday morning blues!