As the year already skids towards February, we, the people of London, are being lulled into a false sense of seasonal security. After a cold patch, it has warmed up to, sometimes in the mid-teens.
Usually this would be something to celebrate (i.e. bikinis in Hyde Park etc) but we all know what is around the corner.
I'm very much used to savouring this coming short month. In New Zealand it holds a long weekend, and I turn another year older. As well this, it is generally New Zealand's hottest weather. But, on this side of the world, it is the month of meteorological doom.
Typical that it would be a leap year. Making the pain that slightly bit longer for me.
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