was out walking my dog with my other half, Steve in Hergest croft gardens (cue blatant plug for my landlord’s estate www.hergest.co.uk).
The gardens are bursting with colour and scent at the moment. The rhododendrons are vivid splashes of reds and pinks, the carpet of bluebells dappled in hazy sun beams, the magnolias filling the air with vanilla honey, the trees were alive with birdsong and Reckless (my dog) was panting after a particularly energetic squirrel chase – it was a blue-skied, herald of summer kind of a day…. and I was bone-cold freezing.
When we got home, I promptly lit the stove in the back room (amid much complaining) and we spent the rest of the evening with Steve sat perspiring, wearing shorts and a t-shirt and me using the dog as a hot water bottle.
Anyway, it got me thinking; is temperature a male/female thing?
It’s becoming a bit of a ‘thing’ in the Certainly Wood office too. All the women are permanently chilly, whereas the men are sweltering in Sahara-like conditions if so much as a window is shut. Of course, it doesn't help that the 2 chaps have the window seats so get the full benefit of any sunshine and Jenny, who probably feels the cold the most is the furthest from the burner and in the draughtiest spot in the office.
I am currently writing this with white fingers so I pose the question: Are we an isolated group of girls or is this a universal thing? Feedback please!