I also knew because I woke up genuinely cold for time first since coming east. A 20 degree plunge in a single night. How could such a drastic change even happen? It was like God had burned his toe playing keepy-uppy with the sun and blasted into the next galaxy in a rage. This wasn't a change of season - it was a climate shift.
When you are Irish you assume that getting on a plane automatically entails going somewhere warmer. It is just the way it is. There are countries that receive sunlight for the growth of plant life and production of vitamin D in people - and then there is Ireland. Snow in Scandinavia? Urban myth. The Swedes only pretend it gets cold so everybody won't come and live there. There is only so much room in paradise.
So I came to Korea without a single jumper, jacket or even thick T-shirt. And until this very day, that decision had served me well. But now, in a single night, my entire wardrobe (well my metaphorical one. I might get a literal one for Christmas) has been rendered unfit for purpose. A trip to Home Plus and its wonderful talking aisles is in order.
There is one spectacle which winter's sudden arrival has me looking forward to. Something to warm the heart against the cold. I've been told that Arctic conditions are no obstacle to Korean women's steely determination to keep up with the fashion.
Girls. Heels. Ice.
I'll pop the corn in the hot glow of my schadenfreude.