Sunday, December 1

I will get up early, go for a walk, realise how cold it is, and go back to bed. While I am out I will see a brilliant dawn.

The remnants of a powerful storm will pass over in the afternoon and evening, and everyone will feel like huddling indoors. The whole day will feel like winter, and even the cat will stay in.

Irma and I will go to Prisma for some early Christmas shopping, to break the monotony, and then Irma will wrap the presents that we will take to India in three weeks time.