Okay it's cold now.

Like, really cold.

I don't remember Cape Town in May ever being this freezing and wet and generally miserable.

It's the kind of cold that you can leave milk out of the fridge without the slightest worry it may go off.

Getting out of the shower after Pilates this morning was an exercise in masochism.

I want to curl up in a ball, stuff myself into Jemima (yes, I named our new tumble dryer), turn the dial to 'hot cycle' and just go round and round in a maelstrom of warm air and clean socks.

Is that weird?

The cold does strange things to my brain...