I haven’t mentioned the weather for quite some time, have I? This being the case, I hope you will forgive me if I have a little rant. So, here we go. I’m sick of being cold! There’s a devilish chill in the air and it means business. In reality, there has only been a handful of weeks when you could leave the house without a coat or jacket or jumper or significant other. But even then it was hazardous territory – there were inexplicable and frequent drops in temperature, stormy winds or cold showers. But that scattering of days have passed and now you’d be nothing but a fool if you choose to leave the house without some sort of outer layer. If you don’t, your foolishness will land you with a perpetual set of goosebumps. I don’t like the cold and I certainly don’t like the goosebumps that are indicative of said cold. The only time I’m happy is when I’m wrapped up warm in my bed and the cold can’t get to me (until I stick one foot outside of the duvet…uh oh).
Anyway. On the plus side, I’m going home-home on Friday. You know, the home-home where my parents live. London calls for my birthday celebrations. It’s going to be WELL WARM. Isn’t it? (I’m gonna take a woolly, just in case.) Oh, and since it’s my birthday, I’m allowed to listen to as much Dolly as I bloody well want.
