Cold Front

It looks like it's going to be a really cold winter again in Germany, what with the weather going crazy again, from the warmest November on record, Mr Weatherman has decided to be a little sick SOB and go all cold on me. It's strange, but the cold has a wierd effect on me. I guess it's a choice of either hot humid and stifling or cold freezing and dreary. Hah, talk about mental attitudes. Bear in mind though, that in winter the choice of clothing for most women are thick jackets, it takes quite a bit of dressing to make them curvacious, not like in summer when not much is left to the imagination, mmmm hmmm.

For those with no experience with the cold, it's nice at first, when the fascination is still present. If there's any evidence of snow, it gets better because snow gives a certain impetus for one to ignore the cold altogether. "Oh look, it's snow, wow, it's so pretty, wheeee" However, after being through close to 10 winters now, - dammit, is it 10 already? Time goes by too quick - I think I've lost quite a bit of fascination with the cold weather. Now I'm beginning to understand the europeans who're stuck in colder climes who yearn for warmer weather. Brrrr.

Of course, you have to combine it with the incesscant German knack for handicrafting their own things. Normally I don't mind, but when some people decide that "sculpting" is their thing and start hacking away at the walls/block of wood/dead pieces of meat with such force that the whole flat can hear them, then something is wrong. Seriously wrong, because this isn't the first time I've faced this problem. It was the same back in Munich. Wierd people, these germans. So I've to wake up thanks to the hammering of the guy living downstairs and to face the cold in a pair of shorts - cold drafts ain't pretty, try to imagine it. Such is the habit dressing for summer in a land already in winter.