After a wonderful holiday with Sparkles in Malta, where they like cats by the way, I've come back feeling a little fatter than usual but also finding I can feel the cold more. Even though it is not particularly cold at all. In Malta in November I was walking about in a T-shirt. In London, in November, it's not going to happen. However, as I said for this time of year it is pretty warm here. Autumn hasn't fully got into gear as there are still leaves on trees, there has been no frost I can speak of, but it has been dreary and overcast. So, the Russian like depression of going days without actually seeing sunlight is here. Which for some reason I read was an inspiration to Russian writers such as Chekhov and Dostoevsky. What I do know is days or weeks or even months without sunlight can be depressing. Yes, months actually does happen. Further is the feeling of cold. In Malta their cold days are probably in the region of about 16 degrees Celsius. In London, a winter day can be minus 16 degrees Celsius and over night even less. Not all the time I'll add because it's certainly not as cold as other countries. But we are really never properly prepared for it, we still engage in cheap fashion clothes than practical functional clothes most times of the year.
When I wake up I am feeling the cold. It could be I am still shaking of a cold virus I got while in Malta, which I'd put first down to drinking the water, but maybe it was just a cold. Is it the weight thing I ask myself? Maybe a few extra pounds in weight means a few extra shivers. Or worse of all could it be related to getting old. The nastiest of all problems which only gets worse and never gets better. Unless you happen to be Benjamin Button. Or quite possibly it's because Malta was mild and warm and I quite liked the mild warm effect for a few days. Perhaps it really is a process the body has to acclimatise to, going into winter. They say it is possible to get used to practically anything at all. I mean, soldiers learn to sleep while bombs are exploding all around them. I once saw a documentary about a man who had an ability to endure the cold more and swam or ran while there was snow and ice about, wearing very little clothes. The body can acclimatise, it's just a matter of having the balls to acclimatise. Putting yourself out there. Just doing it. I know one thing, sitting still doesn't help. Sitting at a computer, typing away generates very little in the way of heat. Even an energetic key basher wouldn't create a great deal in the way of body heat, though they would be pretty noisy. If I sit still on the weekend and do nothing I will be unhappy all weekend, just waiting to get to the fish factory, where I can sit still and feel warmer than in the house. Perhaps it is the house. The house has not been engineered to suit adequately the climate lived in. It's just the basic bricks and mortar and that is the problem. I don't know. Just it's not good to feel cold toes when we don't even have snow on the ground. I'm going to have to get out there and do something. Move, generate heat, exercise, anything.
The morning mist looks like it is lifting. Sitting in it's place under the stairs in my bicycle, it is now crying out to me. It's saying "take me out, ride me, cycle those little leggies," and if it is not saying such a thing I must be having auditory hallucinations. Yes I am. It's gone quite again, but now my toes are getting unhappy. They are rebelling. Great. The little fat man is going to get some exercise. Well it was going to happen one day.
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