I feel as though I’m not coping well with the cold this year. I went out for a lunchtime walk in the park yesterday and found an unpleasant wind biting my ears and nipping at my fingers. Before long my jaw was shuddering, and I felt my face getting redder.
I had a woolly hat on, a scarf tucked nicely inside my warmest jacket, and thick jeans and walking boots. I should have been toasty.
I was grateful though. Andy, my colleague up north is self-isolating after a positive test. He can’t go outside at all, other than the garden. I fully appreciate that that could have been, and could still be me, so a blast of icy air in the park was still a thing to be thankful for.
It’s getting on for nine months now since we started all this. We’ve gone through the moments haven’t we? I have to apologise for the last things I said about it, and particularly about anti-vaxxers. I was flippant about people’s genuine fears, and that was a mistake. While I might think the vaccine is a hopeful thing, I know a lot of people will be cautious and perhaps sceptical about that. It’s okay to be so. It’s not my place to be derisive or nasty about it, and I’m sorry I was the other day. It’s always better to be kind.
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I wonder whether it’s actually colder, whether I’m more exposed to it working from home, or whether my chemistry has changed. However, a quick scan of the weather app reveals it’s currently 4 degrees centigrade out there: a positively balmy night for winter climes! Still, somehow or other it has felt a lot colder, inside and out.
Maybe things will be warmer and brighter tomorrow.
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