For anyone complaining about their weather at the moment, let me tell you what we have going on in Chicago. The sky is a beautiful light blue, not a cloud to be seen and the sun is blinding. The thermometer reads 1 degree Farenheit, which I believe is a touch colder than -21 centigrade. And that's without the sodding wind-chill factor which makes it feel more like - 15 Farenheit. You'd think a girl who'd grown up in the freezing north east of England would be equipped to deal with this, but no. After almost 17 years of living here I'm still whining about the cold.
This cold makes you cough because you can't inhale deeply enough. There's a strange sensation in your nostrils, which is actually your nose hairs freezing, although my little one says it's "freezing snotties". Probably a mixture of both for most people. Fashion goes out the window as we become walking duvets in our floor length down coats, balaclavas and huge padded mittens. Meeting and greeting people in the street is an exercise in faith and goodwill since no one is identifiable, nor am I recognisable to them.
And to top it all off, my husband has just come in to tell me of some strange 'stuff" in my car. We had to leave it out in the street last night to make room in the garage for our babysitter's car. When hubby went to put it back (too cold for me) he found some muddy brown "stuff" splashed all over the steering wheel. Having no idea what he was even trying to describe, I ventured out and found the same muddy "stuff" all over the back seat too. This was getting very strange indeed. It didn't look like anyone had tried to break in, and even if that had been the case - what the hell was this? "It looks like something has exploded" I proclaimed, and then immediately wished I hadn't as it gave hubby the clue and the culprit in one fell swoop. Diving under the seat, he retrieved the unopened can of Diet Coke I'd left next to the driver's seat. Remember how liquid expands when it freezes? Well, if it's Diet Coke restricted by a tin can it simply explodes and turns into sludge. I will have to resort to one of those household hint books to figure out how best to remove it.
Oh for the temperate climate of England - where at least your drinks are safe!