It's still freezing. I find one of the most reliable temperature indicators available to man is bare feet. It is thus clearly cold when I'm forced to start wearing socks around the apartment. Anyone who knows about my relationship with socks will be aware of the significance. And we have turned the heating up, it's just still cold.
More normal winter temperatures are forecast later this week. But in the meantime it was cold over the weekend. We trekked down to Gerland well equipped for the weather - long johns, thermal underwear, three other layers, hats and gloves. Sweltered on the metro, but stayed warm for most of the match. My toes were cold by the end though. Perhaps I should have faced phobia and worn two pairs of socks...
The match itself wasn't terribly warming either. OL scored early, star striker Benzema missed at least 3 other first half chances he would normally have snapped up, Lorient dominated most of the rest of the match and got a deserved 2nd half equaliser. In mitigation, with their cup game twice frozen off last week, les lyonnais hadn't played since the 3rd week in December.
Earlier in the afternoon I was somewhat warmer watching football in the pub. Another match to not exactly warm the spirit, but I left with a little glow after the late winner for the forces of footballing good. All the more gratifying because I was forced to endure three typically loud-mouthed Brits abroad behind me spend the whole game decrying les cannoniers.
