The temperatures have dropped today and it is icy cold, nearly freezing. Mum feels old, as so many of her work colleagues seemed surprised that it was going to be a rainy cold afternoon as the weather turned southerly. It seems that no one checks the weather forecasts at all, even though they are constantly on their phones all day. At least half have fitbits or apple watches, all with weather apps on them. The morning skies were also bright pink, a warning in itself.
Mum had taken her jacket and umbrella in her bag, but it was too windy for an umbrella in our town today, but she still got soaked. So she now has a woolly jumper on and her sheepskin uggs. Both heaters are on and she's off to bed to read. She is reading The French Agent by Belinda Alexandra and enjoying it.