‘On the first day of Christmas, my true love sent to me
A partridge in a pear tree.”
Well it’s not quite the first day of Christmas, it is however the third day that I have woken up to a blanket of ice covering my car and freezing fog hanging eerily in the air. Imagine my delight when, on Friday morning, after waking up to find that my alarm had not gone off and I was late for work, I opened the door to a virtually opaque world. I had to feel my way to the car armed with jugs of water to melt the windscreen.
Now don’t get me wrong, I hate hazardous driving conditions as much as the next person. But there is something so reassuring about winter being, well, winterish. Especially living in Cork, the Wet and Warm Capital of Ireland, it’s nice to see some evidence of the change in seasons. Although I’m not crazy about waking up in the dark, working through the daylight hours and driving home to see a 4pm sunset.
Some people will blame global warming for this unusually bitter weather but I must say that it brings me back to my child hood. Many happy mornings were spent crunching across the frozen grass on my way to school bundled up in hats and scarves and anoraks. Good times. Personally I’m looking forward to the opportunity to don my favourite hats and scarves again. Nothing says “WINTER!” like disappearing under a sea of mittens and socks.
So come on people! Stop complaining! Stoke up that fire, pull out your comfiest blanket and snuggle down. If we’re lucky we might just get a white Christmas!
Turn to the Music:
To keep my smile warm I’m listening to “Good Morning Baltimore” from the musical Hairspray. Listen to it first thing in the morning to keep you happy for the rest of the day.