GotÂ up this morning, and before I could do anything else I had to put the heat on for the first time in my apartment. What the hell? I’ve been joking recently to friends back in the UK that it’s been so cold here that I had to roll my sleeves down. Now that Xmas is a couple of weeks away, it’s finally getting properly cold, albeit still not as cold as London.
Looking from my 14th floor office window, I’m greeted by a view pretty much like the one I had from my London office in Victoria, except for theÂ 4 US flags IÂ can see from my chair, whipping in the wind.Â It’s grey, dingy,Â and rain is spattering against the glass. If this keeps up, I won’t be walking the three blocks to the gym after work. And so the decline begins. I think I’ll just drive home.
The problem with rain in California is that because it is so rare, the roads don’t get rinsed offÂ so often like they do in the UK. This means that when it does rain, the first thing that happens is the roads are coated with a thin film of water, dust and oil. This makesÂ theÂ commute interesting, and you hear the radio reports of crashes and delays, in the same way that snow in the UK makes the commute “interesting”.
If Cassie and I are planning to move to San Francisco next year, which is indeed the plan, I had better get used toÂ weather like this. But it won’t stop me from moaning for the moment. I still have the scarf my Mum knitted for me as a child – best dig it out.