December 17th, Christmas is nearly upon us, but
with the festive merriment of Christmas comes the mighty wrath of the wild
Atlantic coast. Don’t get me wrong, I love Galway and when the sun is shining
there is nowhere in the world I’d rather be, but there is no escaping this
winter weather. It’s damp and dreary and despite having lived here all my life
I’m still not used to it nor to I ever dress appropriately. Pumps are really
something for the abroad on the continent, learnt that the hard way. Not only
do I not dress appropriately but there are a number of things I should have to
my name considering where I reside, but I don’t.
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1) A raincoat – no I don’t own one. I climbed the
reek in a hoody and nearly lost my life. The wind would cut through your soul
and there's infinite humidity, it’s just ridiculous.
2) A good, solid umbrella – if not for sheltering
the rain, because let’s face it, the rain comes at 90 degree angles, but for
bating the flying debris away from me.
3) A boat – probably wouldn’t take it across the Corrib
to work, but I live on an island it does make sense to have a boat.
Being a whinge Wednesday post, some mild complaining is to
be expected. This blustery weather wreaks havoc with commonplace activities
such as keeping your hair from creating a knotted twister effect. Aside from
the matted gruaig, those abundant droplets of drizzle that make your false tan
look like zebrafied are also to be detested.
Though annoying, the poor weather had some pros.
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I rarely need to wash my car.
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It’s much easier to go to sleep at night, with
the sound of the rain on the window, you know you love that cosy feeling!
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It’s completely socially acceptable to become a
recluse. Hibernation season means, “sure ya couldn’t be going out in that. I’m
just going to stay in and watch Netflix…. for days.”
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Answering the door (postman, courier, pizza
delivery guy) with your dressing gown over your normal clothes is perfectly fine.
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Comfort eating – no one can see me and I'll be in jeans and tights for months anyways!
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Drawing to the end of this post I noted it will
be more Irish females that will relate. This noted by reflecting on my siblings contrasting behavior towards the weather. My sister and I always stuck in the stove with multiple layers of
clothing enduring chilblain inducing heat while stating “it’s FREEEEZZZZIN”
like a broken record. My brothers on the other hand head out for a night out
with nothing but a mere cotton t-shirt, jeans and their wallets announcing to
my mother who expressed her concern numerous times over the lack of jackets, “Sure
I’ll only lose it!”. I always knew the sexes differed dramatically but I never
thought it was by their ability to feel Baltic sub-zero temperatures.
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