It baffles me that the nose is somehow able to achieve a temperature of at least 10 degrees lower than any other body part.
I have always suffered from Cold Nose Syndrome. When I’m outside in the winter, I’m not generally a shivery sort of person. I remain fairly toasty in my coat, my cheeks are flushed, my feet are warm… but my nose is practically frostbitten.
The problem is made worse by the fact that I am a glasses-wearer. Scarf manufacturers clearly did not foresee the difficulties faced by the glasses-wearers of this world; it is a physical impossibility to pull a scarf over your cold nose without your breath coming back at you and steaming up your lenses.
In light of recent heating-related events, I am struggling womanfully with my Cold Nose Syndrome. Lying in bed last night with a duvet, a dressing gown, a blanket, a large Eeyore and a cat, I realised that a cold bedroom was really not a big problem as long as I had all the necessary layers/furry animals. Apart from the nose issue, that is.
The only way around it is to put your head under the covers. Then, you might well suffocate and die, but at least your nose is warm. And so it was that I spent most of last night either gasping for breath with my face covered by a blanket, or breathing normally with a painfully cold nose.
C’est la vie.