you know it's cold when...

house builders in canterbury are all in denial.
they think we live in some kind of tropical zone.
still.
i see houses popping up left and right with no heat-pump attachment ( heat pump: only method of central heating here- it's kinda like reverse air-con, in fact it is; in the summer it doubles as air-con) on the outside and wonder what the heck.
you know it's cold when you open the fridge and then close it/open it again to see if the light comes on cos it just doesn't feel that cold in there.
you know it's cold when your water freezes on the inside of the house.
you know it's cold when you've left the heater going all day and it has heated your room to 12 degrees....
two lots of socks to bed.
the pirate is cursing us as we sent her off for the operation and she's been getting round with a great shavenpatch of bald. furless.
but inbetween we're lulled into false securities with balmy noncoatish weather. the bees are out (probably feeling a little ripped off when the sun buggers off really early & they're out trying to get a lift back to the hive).
winter in the temperates.
anyway, we've passed the solstice so as long as we keep chanting thesuniscomingback we'll be right (sorry all you northern-hemisphere folk).

in the real world: c is rapidly expanding his vocablulary to include adjectives such as eeeurghgh (i think means stinky) and his noun of the day is iiieyeeer (nappy).

p is busy translating

while i have been breastfeeding in random carparks while attending a small business course...

life as normal in la famille may-bouffandeau

xxx
mama b