I was too cold to notice. I was doing interviews and had been on the road since 5am. One lass walked in really looking the part, smart and professional. My fellow interviewer asked her a question, and she got increasingly flustered before bursting into tears in short order. I spent the second half of the interview throwing her gentle underarm lobs to try and dig herself out, but I doubt it worked (we score separately and don’t discuss).
As an aside, the cricket ground in Hampshire looked absolutely lovely as we turbopropped over it in the early morning sun. I think the plane was an aer arann cast off.