Tis the season

for scrunching hands inside sleeves. Today it is blooming cold. The kind of cold that even thermals cannot warm you through. As I wandered into work today I had my hands scrunched up inside my mittens with no tops, inside my coat. I realised as I was walking that most other people also had their hands scrunched up inside their sleeves. It was like a universal unspoken acknowledgment of how blooming cold it is. We had a smattering of snow overnight. I am hoping that what with it being so very cold and all that we might get some more snow so that being so jolly cold is worth it in the end.