Feels like...

I'm always a little bemused by the weather reports which say things like "The temperature at the moment is eight degrees outside, feels like three".

Actually it was eight degrees when we ventured outside today, but it didn't feel like three, it felt exactly as though we should wander off to Notting Hill and spend a few hours hanging out in The Windsor Castle where perhaps we might get a few plates of serious pub nosh, some pork chops with leeks and mash perhaps, or even an ox-cheek pie.

So we did.