Thursday, 20 December 2007
Here is a photograph of my garden taken at about 11.30 this morning. It's absolutely flippin' freezing here and it's been like it all week, though I think it warmed up very slightly for a couple of hours on Tuesday. Yesterday Bob went out to get a few provisions. When he got back he looked quite blue, then went pink as the warmth in here hit him and made his hands all a tingle. This is what winter should be like. It should punch you in the face. Wake you up. Invigorate.
I can't remember a winter in which the temperature dropped so low for such a sustained length of time. Normally here it's dank and gloomy and makes me want to do nothing but sleep. Now it's bright and sparkly and crisp. You have to wrap yourself in layers and don scarves and hats, and wear sunglasses. That's a real winter. And it feels so Christmasy. It makes me want to hear carols and toast muffins on an open fire. And read Dickens whilst wearing velvet.
All we need now is snow.