It’s become noticeably colder round these parts, slap bang on cue at the start of the Autumn. It always surprises me how much the climate changes over September. I put this down to the weather nearly always managing to pull it out of the bag on the August bank holiday weekend and give us a good final summer showing. It makes it easy to forget at the time that Autumn is but 4 weeks away. But we're a week in now: the autumn equinox (marking nights that are longer than the days, lest you weren't sure...) has past and it's time for everything to get a bit miserable for a while.
Thus, Tufnell Park is looking at some 160 days until the sun next rises before 6:30am, and a good 199 days until the sun next sets after 8pm* . Sigh.
Last week saw me needing to take a jumper to work for the first time since… oh I don’t know. Let’s say May. And Tuesday night was the first time I had to sleep with my window shut in… oh I don’t know either**. But quite a while, let me tell you. And my gentle stroll back to my room from the shower each morning (er… not in a naked or creepy way or anything readers) has turned into a desperate and teeth-chattering scuttle so as to leap back into bed in order to eek out any of it's remaining warmth.
Not that I'm trying to depress everyone or anything. I mean, I could always just stop being so tightfisted and turn my heating on.
* stat-attack pilfered from the workings of Diamond Geezer.
** this is not one of my more extensively researched posts by the way.
5 weeks ago