I even remembered with some nostalgia those winters from my childhood, when it was more than 25 degrees below zero, or better - 30, and you could not go to school.
Yay! No school!
Mom went to work, I went outside.
Is it cold? - No way!
I carry my skates with me, or I can walk from home to the rink in them.
Or just climbing through snowdrifts...
But my friends - today in the region -43, and it's on my thermometer, which usually deceives by 3-5 degrees in the direction of warmth.
And we are just going to Nizhny.
I saw the degree of frost, changed my shoes - well, I'm sick, I did not want to get up on the road!
And my husband went!
In 20 minutes he returned.
Yes, the car started, but rejoice was too early. Two wheels were disassembled. One saved, the second in the trash. And he drove again!
I had an appointment at the car service.
I had to change the cap of the fuel system, and I also had to change the shock-absorber, which was lost on the way because of the frost.
That wasn't cheap, thank you, frost!
And the cold is dog, not cat. Gosha won't even go outside to relieve himself. Even during the day, although it was -26 in the afternoon. Total!)
