It’s -9c this morning (16f) and that’s just wrong.
I’m hitting my winter breaking point. It usually happens sometime in February. You can only take so much darkness and cold. I spend my days right now wondering why people would ever settle here. Sure, maybe they showed up in the summer, and maybe they thought the winter wouldn’t be so long, but by February, they had to be saying, “Let’s go invade the Riviera. This is no way to live.” But instead they invaded England, probably during the rainy season, and ended up going back to Sweden (my guess was the bad English food).
The point is, I understand why the Vikings were angry and I really need to go invade the Riviera.
England summer v Scandinavia Winter. It’s a close one.
Yes, the Riviera sounds nice….