All the snow is now gone, but the cold spell has lingered. Now, I don't know about you, but this is just the kind of weather where I stand under my nice hot shower in the morning and I just can't face getting out. My towel will be perched on the bathroom sink, within easy reach, and my fleecy dressing-gown will be hanging over the edge of the door, but somehow I still can't face those few freezing cold, goosebumped seconds between switching off the shower and getting dry enough to dress. It's such a ghastly thought.
I like a good long shower at the best of times, but in this weather I will happily stand there for a few extra minutes trying to muster the courage to make that dash for the towel.
Actually, given that the alternative is getting dressed, scraping the ice off my car and going to work, maybe tomorrow I'll just stay in the shower.