I KNOW the Brits love to have a whinge about weather.

Well there are certainly hints of spring in the air – blossom, daffodils and longer days.

Clearly summer isn’t here yet (nor spring for that matter!) and as such there is a real nip in the air. But for some disabled people, it’s not just a nip in the air.

One of the problems with being paralysed is keeping warm. Sounds silly, right?

I mean my heart is not paralysed so it pumps with just as much vigour as yours.

From my past, studying biology, I know in order to pump the blood around your legs the contraction of the muscles when you walk or use your legs in pretty much any capacity allows the muscles to squeeze the veins and keep the blood flowing at full pace around the body.

As someone who rarely moves their legs, that simply doesn’t happen as efficiently.

This manifests in several ways. If you press your hand with a finger, the skin will go white and immediately go back to healthy pink colour. It’s not quite so with my legs. They are a bit paler to begin with, think a milder version of blue lips on a cold day. When I press my legs the white patch takes longer to go back to the starting colour. It’s just an indication of rubbish circulation.

To be honest, another facet of my injury is that I can’t really sense temperature in my legs or any area below my injury site, which isn’t really a problem day to day. You only scald yourself once.

So what does this have to do with cold weather? Well I get cold and don’t notice.

When I say I get cold, I don’t mean I feel cold. Not at first at least.

Take, for example, when I am outside travelling or going for a walk with friends (well a roll).

By the time I get home my legs are cold to the touch, like two leg-shaped blocks of ice.

I don’t feel the cold yet but essentially I have chilled a big batch of blood which when I eventually pump it around it my body means I am cold all over.

Imagine cold hands – normally you might rub your hands together as an example of how to get warm but the extent of the cold is quite systemic so I have to either plunge myself in a bath of warm water or a shower or physically massage my legs.

It’s annoying and probably really bad for my health.

I could wear a blanket or thermals but I am a young guy who likes to dress well and appear as normal as possible so that’s out.

To be honest, putting pants and trousers on is enough of a drama when seated, so thermals aren’t happening either.

Or I could just move to a hot and sunny country and have tanned warm legs.

I’m just kidding, but these are the nuances that being immobile in my limbs that makes this Brit particularly whingey about the weather.