Bloody hell it's cold

The frost was as thick and the air freezing this morning, meaning that when I finally exited the house, swathed in hat, balaclava, scarf, coat, jacket, fleece, cardigan, sweater, winter tweed suit, woollen undergarments and llama fur nether-warmers, I was dressed for the elements. This does not stop others wandering around in their shirts or, like the chap I saw last night, shorts. I was surprised not to see a couple of blokes in white coats chasing after him with the regulation oversized butterfly nets and dart gun loaded with elephant tranquiliser.