June 4. Day 154. It's an ill wind

I barely left the bedroom today. Anyone able to hibernate would have made the same call. It wasn't just cold. The cold alone would have been enough but it was the wind that would push you over the edge. It was a cut right through you kind of wind.
It is true that in world terms today's weather was mild. But other parts of the world have houses built to keep drafts out. Our homes are deliberately designed to invite any hint of breeze in. We know how to cool homes not heat them. We don't own proper winter clothes.
So I stayed in bed sneaking out only to go to the toilet, grab a snack and investigate the noise that resulted when a pot plant was blown over and smashed.
The dogs did much the same.
It made sense. It was the only thing that made sense.