Almost half way through November now and it has been wet. Not torrential type rain, but damp. The kind of damp that makes you cold just thinking about it.
It isn’t raining today but it feels damp and cold outside.
After Guy Fawkes November feels like a waiting room for Christmas. I don’t want to get into the whole pre-Christmas mayhem as yet, but it is almost as if there’s nothing else to do or look forward to except Christmas, then new year, then the slow journey into spring.
Perhaps I should just bite the bullet and start getting on with Christmas shopping and the like as there’s never enough time usually to get everything sorted out.
I’ll give it some thought anyway.