It's be hard to be in a worse one.
And I realised when I got home that, even though I am a staunch and vocal fan of summer rather than winter, there are a couple of winter things that are very nice. I got to use them last night.
Slippers. Warm, fluffy, daggy-with-purple-hearts-on-them, comfortable, make-you-feel-better slippers.
Soup. With hot buttered toast. Home-made with chunky vegetables and beans.
Feather doonahs. Enough said.
It's not enough to make me a winter-person. But it's a start.
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