It is commonly known that I strongly dislike cold. Oh, I don't mind so much if I can dress up warm and move around freely knowing than before long I'll be back in a warm shelter of home sipping tea and munching biscuits. But the unexpected cold, the kind you can't prepare for in advance, that's the one that gets at me.
This weekend was probably the coldest in the whole year. Sub- or around zero temperatures all the time. And there was the wind - the bitter northerly gusting with up to 50 miles per hour, cutting to the bone. Well, I hate cold but I hate wind combined with cold even more and there's a good reason for that - but that's another story.
So, imagine my surprise and exasperation when I entered the office this morning and a blast of cold air hit me in the face. Some idiot had left a window open on Friday and the office was bloody freezing! Of course we set what few radiators there are to maximum but hat didn't help much - the place still felt like a fucking freezer, even after several hours. But there was work to do and how we managed through the day is beyond me. I had to flush hot water over my numb fingers every half-hour or so if I wanted to type at all. Phew!
I dread the idea of having to come back to that cold place that is my office tomorrow and I can already feel scratching in my throat. But I have work to do so what else can I do? Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!
