My open fire -the smell of logs and noise of the crackling flames.... home made shepards pie.... hot chocolate with marshmallows... snow days...Christmas adverts...brushed cotton PJ's, hot baths and candles.
Watching the snow come down & settle. Foggy November evenings. The smell of fireworks. Hot home-made soups. Christmas morning. Knowing that after Dec 21, the days start to get lighter by 2 minutes
- the smell of a proper coal fire wafting amongst houses
- the chill in the air necessitating down filled jackets
- the crisp cleanliness of the air
- mince pies and mulled wine
- the sensation of "getting cosy"
- getting sunrise and sunset photos are reasonable times of day
- weekends away in the Highlands with snow capped peaks
- a dram
- Glencoe in winter, wow
I hate winter passionately. The physical discomfort of being cold alone - then you add up the visual discomfort, of dirty snow smegma on the streets... it's just so bleak, and cold.
Walking back pissed as shit in the icy cold weather and only noticing that it's cold when you can see your breath and the cars all iced up.
That aside the warmth, seeing the family, xmas, time off work and SNOW. Shame though we aren't going to go away for winter this year . Fucked off to the Canary Islands when it was constantly freezing in the UK.. which made sitting in 25degree heat with a nice cold pint more satisfying .
Normally I love winter, but until my new office is ready (January), I'm sat in the coldest shitehole of an office in the universe. My breath is steaming up this monitor. "But why is it so cold Gaff old bean?" I hear you cry. Because the building I'm in is knackered and has dodgy electrics. Its so bad that I brought a space heater in last week, tried to turn it on this morning and it didn't work; Facilities had taken the fuse out of the plug because last year everyone's heaters blew out the circuit breakers (they didn't actually tell me what they'd done. Bastards). I'd cry but the tears might freeze on to my face.
That said, you're all weird: every plus you've mentioned can occur any day of the year. Want to fire up the (err) fire, shag like bunnies while wearing your combed cotton pajamas, scoffing mince pies and drinking mulled wine? THEN DO IT. Life's too friggin short
Yes, it's the contrast with the cold that makes the cosy all cosy.
It's like when you've been out playing 18 holes of golf in the baking sun; you want to get a cold pint of beer followed by a cool shower to freshen up. When it's cold outside, you want hot choc and a hot bath.
Yeah it gets colder then big Gs sister to advances from me around here, but i don't really notice it that much. If it gets below 15, usually popping some headgear and a scarf is enough
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