I have a fear of cold weather. I detest being cold and will make sure I'm always rugged up, because I'd rather disrobe than be caught feeling that cold to my bones!
Deno on the other hand, has a fear of warmer weather. I'm sure he's going to dispute my choice of the word "fear" but you know what I mean.
Last week they forecast a 27 degree day for us and while we were getting ready for bed, I was surprised when Deno asked with genuine concern "What are you going to wear tomorrow?"
I had to take a few seconds to register it.
What was I going to wear?
Why did he care?
I don't think he's ever asked me once what I was going to wear!
So my little brain tick, tick, ticked and I realised he was asking because it was going to be 27 degrees (warm by his standards). It has to be over 35 degrees before I start to think "Hmm, I'm going to be warm today"
I thought it was cute anyhow...
And by the way, whatever the weather is outside, it's always a fridge in my work building!!!