Fighting fire with fire
Or perhaps fighting ice cubes with ice cubes would be a more adequate idiomatic expression for today.
After a busy morning spent in the unheated home office in the attic, I could barely feel my toes or fingers.
So I headed for a couple of dives in the harbour. It certainly put things in perspective.
After cycling with the icy cold wind in my face, I welcomed the warm embrace of the sea.
The attic-office felt positively tropical for the even busier afternoon session.