Speaking of the weather, my mum says that winter really started with the first cold snap of the year on the day I was born. It seems to have happened on or very soon after that date many times since, as well. This year was no exception, although thankfully it didn't happen quite as drastically as predicted.
Mind you, after five London winters, I can handle the "cold" temperature. I just wish a similarly named virus hadn't come at the same time. Hopefuly it will go before I have to catch a plane!
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