Ali does not like to be cold. He also does not like to be hot. So you can imagine how keeping Ali at exactly the right temperature can be a full-time job.
At home Ali’s temperature control is not too much of a problem because we live in balmy California. Plus, when Ali’s weather related issues get on my nerves I am fortunate enough to be able to hop in my car and escape easily.
But managing Ali’s temperature on vacation can be…exhausting. Especially when we’re together 24/7. In chilly London. In December.
Instead we spent our first few hours hunting down the perfect jacket for Ali. With a hood and “Lots of pockets for my hat, gloves, and phone. Especially in the front.”
Once that thankless task was over I was hoping to enjoy a cup of English Breakfast. Instead I found myself at Westfield assisting in the purchase of a super attractive pair of ear-warmers.
Which don’t make Ali look ridiculous at all.
Next we stopped at every shoe store in London until we procured the most perfect weatherproof, sheepskin lined boots. Appropriate for the London rain. Or our next foray into the icy wilderness of Antarctica.
In any case, now that we’re fully prepared for London’s weather we’re headed to even colder New York. And really, I’m just terrified.
And the question remains…why does everyone think I’m the high-maintenance one in this relationship?