It was 12 degrees celsius today.
12 of them.
It's not a lot of degrees, is it?
Subtropical my bottom.
If you'd left me hanging outside mid-air without my thermals, I'd definitely have dropped off.
However, these bananas did not just spontaneously jump ship. Oh no... something has CHOMPED them off. My bananas! Can you see the whole hand that's missing? Or rather not see it, but see where it should be?
Now I know I should be jolted into action, up in the tree bagging and setting up all sorts of defensive structures. Spikes and cannons and things. However, it's 12 degrees.
A sort of inertia has come over me, and it's not going to depart until that thermometer reaches its teens.