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It is cold, and I do not like being cold.

I know it is winter. I know that it is only really cold for a few weeks of the year. I know that we are quite lucky living in an area where we don’t get much snow, and yes I know I am probably one of ‘those’ typical women who moans about being too cold, too hot and is never happy whatever the weather. But seriously, this cold weather just makes me want to hibernate.

There really is something quite appealing about curling up somewhere nice and warm and shutting yourself away and shutting down through the cold weather and then waking up revitalised and refreshed with the first signs of spring. What a lovely thought.

Brrr, It is cold

I’m extremely grumpy according to my husband at the moment and I know it is the time of year. Waking up and getting ready in the mornings while it still feels like the middle of the night outside makes me grumpy. Having to leave the warmth and security of my duvet makes me grumpy. The thought of soon having to defrost the car in the morning makes me grumpy. Opening to door to a blast of icy wind makes me cross and the threat of snow makes me positively irritable.

More than just the cold, I am not a big fan of snow. I used to be though, it is pretty and fun. Except it is only fun for about fifteen minutes until you are all cold, soggy and in need of a hot bath and some warm clothes immediately.

Having said that, I’m quite happy looking at other people’s photos.

My son is not. ‘When is it going to snow?’ is his constant question at the moment and each morning he leaps out of bed enthusiastically to see if the magic has happened.

It is looking unlikely though. We live in Paris and I can count the number of times I have seen heavy snow fall here in my life time on one hand, so he is often disappointed. But the one bonus of experiencing something so rarely is that when it does, it is amazing.

So the heating is happily roasting us all alive and my husband and I are playing out little heating game (he turns it down and I turn it up), my skin feels like sandpaper and I keep looking at the weather forecast for some signs of change.

It will be spring soon won’t it? Until then, you will find me wrapped in a duvet, by the radiator.



All photographs taken by Alexander (age 5) who was so happy to take photo’s of me (I do hate having my photo taken though!) since it is usually the other way around.

Jumper by Tootsa MacGinty