Signs of winter in Israel, part III

Welcome to the world of the hardy, weather-beaten Israeli.
29 degrees. Yep, 29 degrees on the ol' air conditioner. I'm sure I can cook up some marshmallows if I get close enough...

I still get incredulous looks as I walk in to corridor land, take off my hooded sweatshirt (am I a chav?) and sit at my desk in a short sleeved shirt/t-shirt. Even mrs. anglosaxy still can't believe I'm not swathed in layers of clothing during the long, hard winter. OK, it's cold at night, but during the day it's pretty well hovering around the late teens. That ain't cold, trust me...