My cousin reported the first frost of the season “near Abermain” on Facebook this morning. Brrrrrrr, bloody freezing here too. I cried on my morning jog. Not because I was sad or something hurt or frostbite was setting in. My tearducts just hate the cold. (They’ve always been dodgy, they had to be operated on when I was a wee bubby because they wouldn’t behave.) Every morning, spontaneous tears splash down my face when I step outside. My nose gets all empathetic and snotty. I stumble along, wet-cheeked and making that reverse wet vaccuum cleaner noise you hear in airport queues in Singapore. Little old men walking their dogs (who would normally smile and nod) take one look at me, duck their heads and shuffle away as fast as their bowed, arthritic legs will carry them. Must avoid the distraught middle-aged woman! I can almost feel their panic. Ah well, at least I’m not living in Canberra, where the barometer dipped below zero this morning and is only expected to climb to 9 degrees this afternoon. Makes me wonder why I’m going there on holiday in July, the most inhospitable month of the year. Excellent planning that. I’m getting teary just thinking about it.
Is it just my weird tearducts or does cold weather make you weep too?
housegoeshome 
oh yes, for 10 months of the year, this thing called Swedish weather leaves me looking like an emotional wreck, and considering I rarely see the sun, it’s possibly true.