This morning I donned coat, hat, scarf and gloves and set off to work on my bike. As usual. Except that this morning, the outside temperature was –2°.
I felt very, very cold. And very, very smug.
So, it would appear that the degree of smugness one feels when cycling to work is inversely proportional to the outside temperature.
And whoever said us literary types can’t do a bit of math?
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