Thanks to my new parka, which has so much isolation that it makes me look overweight, I'm discovering the wonders of cold London weather. A relaxing walk (as much as one can relax in East London) in the park at 5 a.m. sipping the morning fog. Birds singing before the traffic takes over. And then a squirrel approaches me - I forgot to bring nuts
I can't understand why I get so cold in this weather. On the continent we had much colder winters. I used to jump outside in a T-shirt and shorts without getting cold. The air was crisp and still, though, and here it's humid and kind of "motile". I suspect it strongly affects my perception of temperature.
Thinking of coffee, there was a funny experiment which showed that depending on whether we hold a warm or cold cup of coffee, we judge people's personalities as warm or cold
, respectively. Hypothalamus controlling thermoregulation is apparently connected to cerebral cortex.