Ah Winter has arrived in London town. It’s been ten years since we moved here, and London is one of those places where it never really gets freezing cold. It kind of stays a middling chilly temperature and you wear that furry Aviator coat (which you got in New Look for a STEAL) first thing in the morning but then die of heat exhaustion within 10 minutes of leaving the house. But I have hope this year, hope that the Nordic winds will blow and bring clouds bursting with snow. It may not be until January or February, but I’ll wait.
So yesterday I turned 31. I ate the biggest Venison roast you have ever seen. My smirk is a very telling sign.
A feeling of “oh shit, I’m in my thirties” is whistling around inside of me at the moment. Something that did not occur on my 30th birthday what-so-ever.