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rhythmaningIt is cold; I don’t think the temperature has risen above freezing since Saturday, like much of the country. Yesterday, I was caught in a snow shower in Princes St – large flakes swirling around the merry-go-round, ferris wheel and slide.
Sunday night and Monday, wrapped up in bed, my feet were freezing, so cold they kept me awake.
So yesterday, I went shopping for a new duvet.
And last night, my feet were very comfortable indeed.
And in January 1982, I was in Oxford, which was for one night the coldest place in the UK. The temperature fell to -17°C. There was ice on the inside of the windows of my bedroom. Going outside to go to the pub, my hair froze – my breath rising from my mouth condensed on my hair, and froze it so it cracked when my fingers rubbed it. My hair was longer then.
I think I’d like another cold winter, for a change.
Sunday night and Monday, wrapped up in bed, my feet were freezing, so cold they kept me awake.
So yesterday, I went shopping for a new duvet.
And last night, my feet were very comfortable indeed.
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It feels like we will be in for a cold winter; and I was thinking about previous winters. When I first moved back to Edinburgh, fourteen years ago, the Water of Leith froze over at Christmas: the falls in Dean Village were solid ice, a waterfall of icicles. It was very beautiful – but cold.And in January 1982, I was in Oxford, which was for one night the coldest place in the UK. The temperature fell to -17°C. There was ice on the inside of the windows of my bedroom. Going outside to go to the pub, my hair froze – my breath rising from my mouth condensed on my hair, and froze it so it cracked when my fingers rubbed it. My hair was longer then.
I think I’d like another cold winter, for a change.