As I type this, Ireland are playing France at Rugby
And I am still drying out from taking the dog for a walk.
Not an hour or so before, with a bitter wind, icy rain and sleet, and the beginning of a snow shower, we had left Tesco's making the usual comments that the British make in this weather. "We must be mad to be out in this" etc, etc, etc.
Yet, here I am, just in from walking the dog. Still with a brain freeze that would normally grace wolfing down a well frozen lolly. My trainers have leaked, my nose has dripped and I don't think I will be warm for the rest of the day.
And, before anyone says, I know - I must be mad!
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