Monday: I bought new tights at M&S - 3 for £8, not bad. I started the habit of throwing my tights out every spring when the weather is firmly warm, so that when it is time to re-embrace covered legs I'm not dredging up holey, pilled, and stretched out hosiery. The plus side is that the feeling of new tights is glorious.
Tuesday: I wore a wool jacket and scarf. Enough said.
Wednesday: It was so dark when my yoga class ended that I needed to put my bike lights on for the ride home.
Thursday: It was so cold that night that I wished for the heavier duvet.
Friday: It is officially no longer rosé season, and I opted for red wine at the pub.
Saturday: I went to Liberty to find that the Christmas shop is now open on the top floor, but the Irishman deemed it too early for us to visit.
Sunday: I switched my wardrobe over, putting summer clothes in storage and welcoming my winter dresses back into rotatio