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My flatmate and I are like the Starks of Winterfell these days, muttering darkly to one and other that "winter is coming" as we huddle -- already! -- under rugs in the sitting room considering much worse to come…
Already the north wind is blustering through our rattle-framed windows, goose-bumping skin and blowing our papers about. The hot water bottles are out of hibernation and into circulation again, and socks are becoming necessary in bed once more (at least for me, I can't comment on Miss S's bedtime habits having as yet refrained from clambering into hers with her…). Winter is coming.
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