Not the weather, for it has been lovely and cold and windy 
But, infact, the roof of my mouth.
I has hotdogs but they is fighting back!
Am now on my 3rd, and I'm not talking frankfurters here, they are nommy thick pork fingers of heaven (wheat free) in equally nommy crusty batons (fullo-wheat). Yummity.
They were fried, without oil, until crispy on the outside, and are juicy and squidgey on the inside.
Shortly I shall watch yesterdays CSI Miami, whilst being overjoyed at the prospect of my Amazon delivery turning up tomorrow (fine so I'll have to pick it up from the post office on friday but still) as it contains The Bumper Book of Bunny Suicides 
Juzzzy
I have literally just popped across the road to buy hotdogs after reading that.
Actions, repercussions!