Blogue d'un québécois expatrié en Angleterre. Comme toute forme d'autobiographie est constituée d'une large part de fiction, j'ai décidé de nommer le blogue Vraie Fiction.
Saturday, 31 March 2012
Last night of treacherous March
March is ending unlike it started. This last week has been warm every day. Borderline hot, even. Now today, all of a sudden, the temperature dropped suddenly. It was dark, cold, when I went out to buy the bare necessities of life, I was wearing my Liverpool coat. I didn't want to wear the Berghaus, but it would have been better: the Liverpool coat is just not warm enough, whatever nostalgic attachment I have towards it. And tomorrow is April, by far the most treacherous month there is in the year. This is why I don't trust spring: it has the two worst months of the year in it. Sometimes you think summer is here, other days like today, winter is back.
So for the rest of the night, I will wrap myself in a comfortable blanket and I will read a lot and watch some DVDs (I let you guess what exactly: here is a clue). Cold temperatures make for comfortable evenings at home, when you have the proper blanket. This one you see on the picture above is not here, unfortunately I will not be wrapped in it. The tartan blanket is older than me, my parents used to wrap me up in it when I was a baby, then I inherited it. I took the picture when I was in Chicoutimi. I still use it when I visit. For me this blanket is the quintessential comfort item for a cold night.