Crikey it's cold.
Not northern hemisphere thick snow cold but it's cold.
Brass monkeys cold.
Supposed to be -1C tonight.
I am so grateful for woolly warm slippers, woolly warm socks and woolly warm hand knit cardigan that buttons all the way up to the neck.
I am grateful for a blazing fire and thick curtains drawn against the cold night.
And I am really grateful that I am not running around a hockey field in the dark like Kate or playing tennis in the cold dark like Stephen - are these people mad?