From the Oven To the Freezer

I jumped off a plane, woosh like into a freezer some thougth i was insane, holiday in the winter. In the middle of January in the heart of London, with all the heat in my body fresh from the caribbean. My vest my shirt and my jacket still i felt like an eskimo, my long john my jeans and my boots all i was thinking was hell no. What in the world would posses someone, to choose the winter instead of sun sea and sand. Am i really insane or is it the love for the country, cause the cold and the rain it bites me daily. But now i am a resident and its going on a year, so my love for the country is way beyond compare. It seems so unbelievable but all i can remember, is the day i jumped from the oven straight into the freezer.