My instagram feed today has been full of loonies throwing boiling water into the air and watching it freeze; Africans, Indians and South Americans running down the front drive shouting "I'm going home!! "; people pulling spaghetti from a plate with a fork, then letting it freeze in the cold air; housewives using pairs of deep-frozen jeans as axes to cut down trees.
Me? I'm happy I can walk around in a pair of shorts and a T-shirt at 8pm, with a cold beer, rather than having to wear 2 shirts, 4 sweaters, a jacket that is heavier than a sack of potatoes, a scarf, a hat, ear muffs, 3 pairs of gloves, 2 pairs of trousers, arctic socks and boots so thick that I'd need a size 15 to get into them.