The Return of the Dreaded Winter Wear

I am taking my winter wear from the cupboards, and airing it out, even though it is only October.

No, winter hasn't struck Doha yet. I have until January or so to dread the inevitable. I am preparing my luggage for my upcoming long weekend in London.

My concept of winter is perfectly transposed with my friend's. As a year-long resident in Doha, and a staunch anti-winter type, winter constitutes temperatures which fall below, say, 16C. Winter, then, was an infinitely long 3-week span which fell in January last year. During this time, I wore wool jumpers and wool-blend socks to work, as well as a light jacket. I never thought it would end. My friend, as a born-and-bred Dane, undoubtedly considers 16C temperatures to be the 3-week-long heat wave which hits the Scandinavian countryside each July.

To put this in a different perspective...
I checked the weather this morning at 10.30am (7.30 am in London). Doha had temperatures of 31C, and only because there is a light cloud cover today. London, on the other hand, was 5C.

Yesterday I splashed for trash, and came home with a red face from too much sun. In London, I will come home with a red face from freezing outside...

If you want to find me in London, look for the short lady who resembles the Michelin man, and has to go through doors sideways.