Saw it...saw it with mine own eyes...a man in a tee shirt...a sleeveless tee shirt, outside on probably the coldest day of the year, walking home. He ambled past me, not even hands in his pocket, or even shoulders scrunched up, and these are the recognised signs of "Brother, it's cold outside". No, not a thing, not a concern. Just the regular pattern of one foot in front of the other. And me wrapped up like a pig in a blanket, swaddled against the cold and still feeling it worm through all the layers. I'm just not tough enough