Winter is here

I recently woke up in our usual cold (air-conditioned ) bedroom, and for the period of day-dreaming before my morning shower turned the air-con off. Imagine my surprise to see that the clock settled down to tell me that it was but 77 degrees (or 25 to the modern amongst us). No wonder I was cold. In fact, of course, the weather here has been pretty damn rainy recently and Alice has missed her tennis on more than one occasion.

The good part about this is that although chilly we are not suffering like UK, where they have had early snow and blocked roads and various other such problems. I do feel that being here is far preferable to being there. My sister has the opposite problem, she cannot bear heat, elegantly collapsing in a very Victorian faint (she is entitled to do so, she suffers from some unfortunate illness) when overheated. But I am very definitely happy to be in hotter climes and concur with the guy who so eloquently expressed his feelings thus.