It's actually cold out. Like, properly. My inside/outside thermometer says it's -2.0°C outside, and it seems to be around -5°C at Dublin Airport. This is a thing of much excellence, and I am now going to go and enjoy the walk to the train.
I enjoy a cold morning as much as the next man (well, a great deal more than the next man in many cases), but I rarely look forward to it as much when I crawl out of bed at five to six, knowing I've just over half an hour of walking in it.
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I enjoy a cold morning as much as the next man (well, a great deal more than the next man in many cases), but I rarely look forward to it as much when I crawl out of bed at five to six, knowing I've just over half an hour of walking in it.