Do me a fecking favour

Eeeee, it's chilly round these parts. A cold, northerly wind is ruffling my hair as M pulls on a second pair of socks. The icicles are beginning to form on his nose. He can't feel his toes, and I certainly ain't going to go and rub 'em...

"From November to April I always wear two pairs of socks".

Hang on, let me check the thermometer again.

28 degrees C. Fair enough. Why, I'd also pull on another pair...if only they'd slip over me flip-flops.