I like the idea of winter. Cold days curled up by the fire, looking out at the snow. Huddled in warm gloves and thick wool coats against the frosty air. However that is assuming that you can actually tell what the temperature is going to be.
At present I end up layering myself until I look like the Michelin man (or woman) then finally reach the outside world - after almost rolling downstairs as the many layers make me so wide that actually being able to see my feet enough to walk down the stairs is a physical feat too far - only to find that the weather is actually springlike. Not that I am complaining. I would just like to know where I stand, as I am aware that if I don't wear the layers, by the time I reach my office which is in the neighbouring county, I could be experiencing freezing fog and might regret not wearing those thermal longjohns.
Surely if December - February are technically winter then they should be guaranteed maximum and minimum temperatures. They should only be permitted certain types of weather, and no rain should be allowed during the day. In fact come to think of it, that there should be a no rain rule for all seasons apart from Autumn - mists and mellow fruitfulness? Hah! Anyway at least we would then know exactly where we were with the weather and would be able to go out bundled up, to throw our scarves round the (lack of) necks of the snowmen we have made and catch colds if we want to. After all it is our right. This is what the British winter is meant to be - it shows it on all the Christmas cards. Show me a Christmas card that has grey pavements and rain? No?
Christmas is snow. Despite not, within my admittedly faulty memory, ever experiencing a white one, I am hoping to this year :)
