Ireland is in the middle of a cold snap and I'm perished. It seems like winter snuck up on us and I just wasn't ready for this turn in the weather.
Now some of us here have their love to keep them warm. For the rest all we can do is start the boiler, stoke up the fire, and think warm thoughts.
Anyway, I'm always reminded of this joke when the temperature drops.
Two bears, father and son, are walking along when the son asks
"Da, what kind of bear am I?"
"You're a Polar bear son."
"Are you sure? Maybe I'm a Panda bear."
"No, you're not cuddly enough."
"Well, maybe I'm a Grizzly bear."
"No son, you're not a Grizzly bear."
"Are you sure I'm a Polar bear Da?"
"Yes son. We're both Polar bears, the kings of the Arctic. Why don't you believe me?"
"'COS I'M BLOODY FREEZING!"