squeefulfish | (no subject)

I'm normally a winter person. I love scarves and hats (though not gloves, I tried that before and smoking with gloves on is not recommended) and thick tights and coats. November's my favourite month. It's cold and dark and feels right (and has two of my birthdays in it.) But it'd be nice if autumn happened before winter. The strawberries are still growing outside! At least they were until last night. And here I am inside, wearing fleece type things while I wait for the heating to kick in, dreading the moment when the skies open again and I'll have to rush out into the COLD to get my jeans off the line.

Very cold. And still somewhat cranky after the weekend. (Stupid uterus. Stupid Drogheda and lack of late opening shops near me. You know you're in pain when Nurofen Plus doesn't do anything.)

Hair going for chop chop later on, then possibly dyed. Possibly shouldn't be referring to hair as something that can go for chop chop without me.