Menoicical;;; Baby It's Cold Outside!

For my first few years back in the Bonny Land, the winters were no worse than I had experienced from the previous three decades in the Great Down Under Parts. The average winter temp in Sydney was around 5'C and it rarely hit that here until the year of the Beast from the East a couple of years back. Indeed, the summers were often just as cold, and that is where I noticed a climate difference. 

Produced in PixlR from a stock photo and YAM's text

Mostly, though, I haven't been bothered much by the cold. This year, I am really noticing it. Two possible reasons - but maybe a bit of both. One is that my time with father introduced me to constant, all-day central heating, even during the summer months. Acclimatisation was sure to occur. Then there are the sub-zero night temps that have landed here by the Hutch (and most of the isles). Many nights here of late have been around the -6'C mark (with a 'feels like' even lower). During the days it has been as much as 8'C according to the thermometers - but again the 'feels like' has been on zero or lower. 

So the YAMster has been cocooning. Hunkering down beneath the doona. With the low temps has been very low light, so no loss. I moved Voovoo through to the bedroom too and the pair of us have been making merry in snuggle comfort. I have emerged for a run on the pedals, a bit of shifting stuff around and for food. Beyond that not much else! 

That's okay. Winter was always intended as the season of recuperation. That's my tale and I am sticking to it.