All through our recent bad weather, I've layered up - vests, longjohns, the tutti, and been fine.
Yesterday I went to a staff meeting at a colleague's house, and because it was indoors, and the weather's better, I just had single layer clothes on, and a cute woolly scarf wound round my neck. I received lots of comments about how good I looked. Bless, they're all gentlemen of a certain age, and they couldn't put their collective fingers on what it was but decided that I looked good in blue.
The house was cold - but no-one else seemed to feel it so.
I put my coat back on - but my teeth began to chatter; my feet were SSOO cold.
Eventually the meeting ended and I drove home. 5 minutes after I got in, one of my fingers was so cold, it went black!! Fortunately, none of the rest of me did, and the finger came back after 5 minutes but wow! that's a reaction to cold that I don't get very often - especially as it wasn't That Cold compared to the previous week.
I blame the weightloss. (
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