The click of the thermostat makes me remember, all the good things about months that end ’ember’.
It’s not that I don’t love the summer – it rocks! But I have to admit that I do miss my socks.
As I now become buried in jumpers and wool, may my Saturday nights all be X-Factor full.
We’re free now to stuff ourselves silly on cake, until about January 1st (give or take).
Give me my duvet and cosy nights in!
Countdown to Christmas… you may now begin!