It's supposed to be British summertime. I'm supposed to be able to give my central heating a holiday of it's own. Like hell! It's bloody chilly today. The heating has had to be turned on because as I sit here I have goosebumps and the hairs on my arm are standing on end.
I shouldn't be surprised, after all this is Scotland and we had some sunshine the week before last!
Mind you I'm always either boiling hot or freezing cold anyway...there's no happy medium with me! That's the beauty of having a body thermostat which is goosed. I'm the numptie you'll see out with no jacket when the frost is on the ground because my body is telling me I'm hot while in June you'll find me in bed with socks on because my body says I'm cold! Who needs a working metabolism anyway?