You may remember that I like to be warm, frequently to be found in at least one scarf and a big fan of the unexpectedly large amount of heat generated by candles. Thankfully it's a mild weekend to have a boiler on the blink, but I'm still missing it. At 14 degrees in my room, that's enough to spark a headache, so as soon as my girly heads to her dad's I'm going to acquire the oil radiator from her room to take the chill off mine.
I really don't know how people on the street physically survive, and indeed I'm aware that many do not. When I get overly cold I can feel my body starting to shut down. I know some people don't register temperature so intently, I see them out in shorts no matter what the wind chill factor. Is it to do with our varying regulation systems? Maybe I'm just a sensitive soul?
I know I'm sensitive on the emotional front (probably not news to anyone) and have been particularly moved by the last two films I've chosen, crying copious amounts even for me. I'd highly recommend both - Lion, and The Shack. Identifying strongly with the feelings of loss by a parent in both cases, I found them really powerful. Watch them and weep :-)
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