Warning: this is another post about the weather and the seasons, I'm afraid. I am such a fool sometimes: this morning I thought that because the maximum might be 22, that I would be okay with a t-shirt and my good old coat. Mistake. it was cloudy, rainy and I felt cold all day. It didn't look or feel like the last days of summer but rather a cold, borderline nasty autumn day. I am not complaining, I do like colder weather (I grew up in it) but I blame myself for not using my commonsense. I will not repeat this mistake again.
I guess this is the consequence of the schizophrenic summer we had. The shelves in my cupboards are a result of this: I usually change their content dramatically at some point in May or June, then September: putting the winter clothes away and the summer ones out, and vice versa. This year, both the warm (or at least warmish) clothes and light ones are all piled over each other. Since the week looks like it is going to be miserable like this, I will probably keep my warm clothes at hand for now on. Then I can actually enjoy the temperature.