As the wetherpixie will tell you if you drop by about now, it’s been snowing this morning. Only the sort of snow that melts before it even hits the ground, but still.
Very short autumn this year, and here is me, autumn being my favourite season. No fair. See, it’s affected my ability to construct sentences. That’s how distraught I am.
Always look on the bright side, though: I am really looking forward to Christmas. I LOVE Christmas.
Voice in my head: Michael Bolton (yes, I know) singing How am I Supposed to Live Without You (probably in sympathy with LPW, facing a possible future without HV – I just started rereading Strong Poison, start here to see what the effect was the last time I read these books)