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That was the temperature outside first thing this morning when I dragged Logan for a run, fortunately it wasn't icy (me and running on icy pavements don't have a good history)
I think winter is here after the shortest ever autumn and so I need to get my winter wheels on, I called the garage to arrange it - the receptionist surely only speaks to me twice a year but knows exactly who I am - I give my registration number over and before her new (but incredibly slow - I think maybe they've gone retro and it's steam powered) computer could find my details or I could offer my name, she confirmed who I was "oh yes, the batshit crazy Ausländer".