I have seen many different climates in the past few years of my life, but I genuinely don’t think I’ve seen anything like this. I look outside.
It’s grey and drippy and the kind of weather that generally brings to mind melancholic indie films with main characters who spend a great deal of time staring out windows and being introspective.
Thus, I put on clothes suited for the wet, drippy weather that I have experienced before.
Then, I walk outside, only to find that it’s toasty warm and delicious.
And that I have massively over-dressed.
I’m not actually complaining, because I’m a lizard and I love it.