Sunny, Cold and the sky is blue.

It's 2.06 pm. I've been all the way into Brum and back this morning and I only saw one cloud in the sky the whole time. This is my favorite type of weather... cold but sunny and a wonderfully blue, clear sky.

I just feel good walking along in my stripey, fingerless gloves, my furry, black scarf and nice warm jacket, feeling the cold on my face but every now and then the warm glow of the sun from the clear sky. Everything is bright, colours are enhanced, my clothes aren't sopping wet from any British-y type rain and it just makes me feel positive and happy.

Even when shops can't be bothered to stock more than two sizes of jeans after I journey all the way into town at 9.30 on my day off because I saw a particular pair I liked; even when I get stuck with an Italian man rubbing my hands with lotion for twenty minutes trying to sell me over priced lotions and "cutical softening cream enriched with minerals all the way from the dead sea, which by the way is the lowest lying location on earth"; even when I get stopped TWICE by people with clip boards asking if I'd had any accidents in the last four years; even after washing my hair for the first time since having it cut, highlighted and styled-meaning you can never ever recreate how nice it looked when it was first done... EVEN then...

... I feel fine... because it's sunny and cold and the sky is blue.

:)