So yeah, it’s officially winter here in Montreal and it’s not even November yet. My wit, which was bragging about the wonderful weather 2 weeks ago, has now broken into pieces – mainly because it’s already ice cold. Actually today, a facebook status update of a friend saying “Première neige” made me curse my French knowing brain and instead of opening the window I chose not to get out of my bed for hours. Summary: the winter in Canada is not pleasant. Summary no 2: I am always cold and all kinds of fur, shearling, sheepskin, angora, mohair, bouclé and eventually goose down are subjects to my warm and dry dreams.