OK, so that’s a bit of an exaggeration, but it really is “burning up” in here. I’ve stripped down to shorts and a tank top and gone as far as opening the sliding glass door (and it’s -12ºC). I’m starting to believe that my father in law enjoys the feeling of “Hell”. How on earth can someone be so dern cold indoors, to the point of the walls sweating right along with all of us? He’s always comfortable when he’s outdoors tinkering in his shed, in the woods or whatever. The cold never phases him out there. A little while back I suggested he start layering, so that the rest of us could still be comfortable. After all, you can always add clothing to keep warm but there’s only so much that you can rip off to cool down.

I currently feel like bathing in a tub filled with ice water. If the harbour wasn’t froze over, I think I’d even consider diving into it for a cool down. HAHA. Yeah, that’s extreme but if you only knew how miserable this heat was..!