Warmed to the bone?

I don’t know whether it’s cold or not any more.

I mean, I know it’s cold… I can see my breath when I walk outside, and there’s a definite chill in the air, and it’s Winter, so, all things considered, it should be cold.

The heating in the Mansion is on full blast. Searing hot radiators that I stick to when I touch them show they are working overtime to keep the warmth up, so there’s another indicator that it’s a bit on the cool side.

The sky was clear the other night, and stars blinked brightly overhead. I’d been out in the rain earlier that day; freezing, icy rain that seemed to prick my skin as each individual droplet touched me… with a wind that literally brought the temperature down to an eye-watering-if-they-could temperature of minus 50 at least (or so I thought). And then some great dillop in a four-by-four (deliberately) drove through a muddy puddle in the road, and covered me in a tidal wave of saturating liquid frost as they drove by. I could see them laughing in my minds eye… I was waiting to cross the road, you see. So, I was stood, in the freezing cold sharp frosty rain to start off with, before that happened. But, anyway…

I eventually got in. Got dried. And felt gorgeous warmth; apart from just under the skin, where I could feel a layer of cold. Just a layer, just there.

I think that layer is acting as insulation now. As I can feel that, I can’t feel the cold outside. That feels weird. Especially when I was out in the clear-skied night. Breath leaving my nose and mouth like a thick pea-soup fog… and it felt comfortable. Pleasant. Not at all wintry. Not summery (or springy) either, I must stress, but pleasant all the same.

So, I’m either chilled to the bone, accustomed at long last to this climate, or just lacking of any feeling whatsoever (which isn’t actually true, as I have an itch on my right hand). Still, time’s passing by that quickly at the moment Spring will be here sooner than we think.

I’ll probably be sweltered by then. 

A dillop is a discourteous driver in my world, one who seems to drive regardless of any other road user being around them, as though they are the only one on the road. I see many dillops in an average day. I try not to be a dillop; which should really go without saying, but I suppose to the dillops on the road, I am a dillop to them as I’m in their way…