Today, to my immense surprise, I woke up to what I insist on annoying P by calling "a winter wonderland". Yes, there was about three inches of snow everywhere, which was lovely. Except I had to get into town at half ten to do an interview. So I bundled up snugly, donning many layers, and wearing my hideous practical runners (best grip) instead of my lovely Monkey shoes.
By the time I got into town, the sun was shining, I was boiling hot, and there wasn't a snowflake to be seen. Very annoying. But at least I knew I'd be able to get home (which I'd been doubting earlier, to be honest). And then, when I arrive back in the outer suburbs, the snow is still everywhere. A bit slushy, yes, but still there.
HOW CAN THIS BE? How can there be too distinct climates within a five mile radius? It's mad! And very uncomfortable. I am now knackered and cranky from (a) trudging about the snow and (b) trudging about in the blazing sun and (c) trudging about in the snow again. WHEN WILL THIS MADNESS END? I think I shall lie down on the couch and watch the new episode of Gilmore Girls to restore my equilibrium.