Lessee… daytime high in the low 40s (single digits if you’re of the French measurement persuasion), nighttime a couple degrees above freezing, overcast and occasional drizzle… yup, at this time of year, Kim’s a happy man.
I now eat oatmeal porridge or mieliepap for brekkie (by the way, dark rum tastes wonderful on porridge, don’t ask me how I know this), and I switch from iced G&T to Seffrican brandy or Whisky Macs in the evenings.
I also get to cuddle with my wife at night (instead of sweating her over to the other side of the bed).
Yeah, I can hear the chorus now: “Why don’t you just go and live in England, where it’s like this all the time?”
Simple answer:
…and a few other reasons, like the stupid BritGov won’t let me stay unless I arrive by small boat over the Channel, and I hate all boats.
So the pic below is just an idle dream: