I’m sorry, was my flight redirected to the Arctic Circle or something? Because it’s a little chilly here in Belfast.
Not that I expected it to be hot of course, but stepping onto Irish soil from the much anticipated flight to Dublin was a little like jumping into an ice bath which you merely expected to be luke-warm due to the four layers you were wearing at the time.
I digress. At least I’m home, right? Home a cold, broken man, but home nonetheless. I beat you this time, snow. See you on January 10th for round 2.