Yep, that time has come again. The time when you can't wear shorts, but it's not cold enough for woolies. And just to certify that it's autumn, I've caught my annual cold. The type of cold that lasts forever, and I can't see the floor clearly as there seems to have been an avalanche of used tissues. When I speak I sound like a duck, and when usually a hot choc would ease my stress, I can't even taste the hot chocolaty goodness.
Note to self: Next year, invest in a good coat.
-oxo-
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