But which season exactly? Or, to put it another way, It’s Beginning to Feel Nothing Like Christmas.
For the last two days it has been around 21C, the kind of bright and sunny days I would have futilely dreamed of having in the UK in August. I’m led to believe that it isn’t usually quite so warm here in December (December!!? I ask you …). Yesterday we went ice skating at an outdoor rink (well, I went skating, the husband just did his most convincing Bambi impression) and it was really odd being out there in the blazing sunshine wearing a T shirt. Not to mention the fact that I was therefore missing the usual padding provided by coat and hat for the potential falling on the ice, of course.
Today I got Frankie the Bike out of the shed for a nice leisurely cycle in the sunshine again. People were out in shorts. It’s the times that I’m cycling in the sunshine in the middle of the day that I really realise how lucky I am at the moment. Six months ago I didn’t even own a bike, let alone have the chance to take it out whenever and wherever I fancied. Usually at this time of year I wouldn’t see any daylight at all as I would spend about two hours in darkness at bus stops, ferry ports etc, punctuated by sitting in an office with few or no windows for the small amount of time that the sun was out. I feel so much healthier and happier this year because I’ve not turned unavoidably nocturnal.
The downside to this weather is that it’s very difficult to get in the frame of mind that it’s Christmas in three weeks time. Even more difficult now that I’ve realised they don’t play Slade on the radio in this country – Christmas cannot start without Noddy Holder!
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