Much as I love this country, the truth is that both Mr.R and I get a cold or fever quite often here. It’s barely two days since our return. Mr.R, with his alarming regularity, is already down with a cold and I’ve seem to have caught it today.
The wet weather outside doesn’t help. It’s only the beginning of November; the temperature is around 7 degrees. Can’t call this winter yet, I guess. The temperature will fall further – there will be frost, some snow, a lot of mush as the fallen leaves get soggy. And it will get colder, a lot colder.
An Indian summer seems very inviting today. Although 72 hours earlier, soaking in sweat, I remember swearing that winter in England was a far more agreeable prospect…