Getting cosy

The end of British Summer Time happens every year and has happened for the past thirty nine years of my life. Why then, does it come as such a horrid shock every single year?

Today was mostly grim, but there was enough light in the sky in the afternoon to winter proof my bike by putting on the new mud guard and lights. Very exciting.

I’m going to try and be a little more hygge this winter, starting tonight with a little read in the new favourite corner of my house. Went to the local with Grace this evening to top up on carbs in the form of a delicious, and very garlicky, pizza.