I wish to make an official complaint: it is farking cold.
So cold, in fact, that tonight when I tried to pay for groceries, my fingers were so frozen they refused to punch out my PIN number. And I'd been wearing gloves. And a scarf, a coat and various layers.
I was once a fashion writer; now I pray that vagabond chic – ie wearing all the clothes you own at once – is the height of fashion.