There seems to me to be a phenomenon whereby even if the temperature rises on the thermometer it still feels colder. After several days when there was a frost, today the temperature was eight degrees when I awoke and it has stayed around that mark; and yet, because it is damp and rather miserable, it feels so much colder. This tends to suggest that how cold one feels is all in the mind.
It is the dampness which makes the cold feel as though it has got through to the bones. I really think I could do with borrowing Cro's hat (if you haven't seen it do go to Magnon's Meanderings - I think he looks rather handsome in it).
Today, to my absolute joy, the long-tailed tits have arrived on the fat balls. They come every Winter and if other years are anything to go by then once they have found them they do tend to visit every day. Blackbirds are also arriving in large numbers so I have begun scattering crumbs for them. They also love suet. One of the pleasures of Winter is the bird life round here.
Keep warm wherever you are.