Good God, it's cold in London today - unfeasibly brass monkeys. I shouldn't moan too readily, I suppose, it's actually a lovely winter's day. The sun is high, wide and handsome. And there isn't a puff of wind, but it is viciously cold. I foolishly opted to go for a junior wander at lunchtime, and was given a damn good drubbling for my efforts by the elements.
I rode to work this morning wearing virtually everything I own, and was still insensible with cold when I arrived. And I'm now bracing myself for the return leg.
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