Gelid toes suppose if the other pole desires cackleberries and juice for a start, they will need feet to pursuit the feat.
But, neither spring nor moxie are appearing in this freezing air, so perhaps the means to an end might begin with the northern hemisphere ameliorating the southern hemisphere’s current state of acerbitude by socking it a warm front—or a fleecey blanket.
Oh, and, do not even try to peddle those Brummagem promises to these pedals. For neither wiggling blood flow nor breaking rays are fair options for warmth, especially on tiled floors.
You are crippled as long as I sleep, hence attention to my demands must be met. Now accepting a Miyagi rub, wooly wear, and a temperature boost. Or, just footie pajamas. ; )