Degrees of difference
We’ve brought our thermal clothing. We’re babysitting at the hardy Hunts. The hardy Hunts like the cold. They raised the central heating to eighteen degees to make us feel comfortable. Mrs Neville Hunt is cold at nineteen degrees, but Mrs hardy Hunt had to turn it down to sixteen yesterday as she was “baking hot”.
Not content with sixteen, the hardys left early today for a daytrip to Lapland and minus four degrees. Back this evening after Mollycule has been on a dog sled, played in the snow and negotiated with Santa.
Back here, I’ve upped the thermostat to twenty!
- Category: True Stories Told As Fiction
- Tags: Lapland in northern Finland. Two hours ahead-1000+ miles away-4 degrees below.
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Neville Hunt over 6 years ago
Absolutely Drew! I have been in Finland when the river and sea is frozen over. All the people can think to do is drink aquavit... lots of it! People had cut a hole in the ice in the middle of the river and put a three quarters square tent around it in Turku and were swimming. And I thought I was crazy! :-)
