Quite perceptibly the chilliness begins to return, only on occasion, first thing in the morning before coffee, that overly long step out of a scalding shower, whenever the weakened September sun decides shy away from obvious view. I am not a cold bod, find spring and fall quite comfortable, even deal with the January freezes adequately. But July and August are never long or consistent enough, even for my own Saxon blood.
Ans so I bemoan, for ‘tis what the British do about the climate, any climate, unerringly.
Daily Abstract Thoughts 