I said the other day that I could not remember it being this cold, and to some extent I was right.
We walked Maggie round the Avenue today and got our buns chilled off, all six of them.
The door on the phone box is hanging on by a thread, or some pretty damn good hinges, as it blows in the wind. It’s an art of timing it right so that you don’t get smacked in the face or backside walking past.
Zero degrees with a real feel of minus 13, gusts are up to 60 mph today, with a constant wind of 34 mph. That’s blowy. And cold.
The good news is that we haven’t had any more snow, and what was there is thawing.
But don’t get too excited, Emma is calling and we can expect some more of the same over the weekend.
But, walking out in the cold today, decked out in our garb in a valiant hope of keeping the wind out, and failing miserably, I DID remember when I was last this cold, but we weren’t in the UK.
Some bright spark (aka Me) decided to do something different for New Year, so we went to Hamburg. It was 1992 (apologies to Sarah and Choppy) as we were married, didn’t have a dog, and had only been to Holland once (we went again in 1993 which was my first flight, and Dublin in 1994, getting Barney in 1995).
Apart from playing cards because the ferry was delayed, I was only half prepared. The top half that was.
Hubby had treated me to a goosefeather parka with hood that kept me snug and warm.
I had treated myself to a pair of fur-lined boots, getting an extra size so that I could wear nice woolly socks.
I forgot about the area between my bum and my ankles and only had my stretch leggings to wear. The temperature dropped to minus 5, but thankfully there was no wind chill like there is here at the moment.
My legs froze, literally and I had to keep moving otherwise I would have been mistaken for a lamp post. Back at the B&B, I had corn beef veins and we were surprised I didn’t get frostbite.
These are all pictures of pictures from one of my collages. Top left was outside on the ferry coming home, top right proving the temperature was minus 5, and bottom I was wearing leggings, honest! I may have been mad to only have them to wear but I wasn’t crazy enough to go out half naked!
When was the last time I wore a skirt in winter – I can’t remember and that is why i was rumaging through drawers to find tights to wear for insulation under my jeans.
I don’t own tights, just pop socks and woolly socks. I have one frock, and two skirts with umpteen tee shirts and a couple of jumpers. I live in joggers these days, but our fluorescent yellows have jackets and trousers which keep the wind out to a certain degree.
I was thinking the same thing about wasn’t it cold when I was a kid? I don’t know if it is Actually colder now, or we have more media coverage and everything has to make headlines. (Coldest in UK that I could find was minus 22C in Scotland in past years.)
Last year here in CT we had what the news called “The Mother of All Storms” (Because CT is called the Mother City). Those of us who have lived here a while didn’t know what the fuss was all about!
But I totally believe you were freezing being out in minus 5 in Leggings! 😀
I was a twit in the highest order! We had a good time though.
haha We all do the odd daft thing – the main thing is to learn from it, and I’m betting you never again went out in minus 5C in leggings! 😀
I don’t go out in minus temperatures, period!!