So the summer
is over, in Ealing at least. A strange autumnal dampness has descended, and walking back last night, I realised that it could have been mid-October or November - leaves are falling from trees, conkers and other fruits are appearing in ever greater numbers, and the windows are cloaked in the spatterings of general London drizzle.
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Oh god no! This cannot be true. Say it isn't. I think it's just a blip. A hiatus. The sun will be back with a vengeance any minute now. How I loathe the seasons. (Well, OK, apart from spring, summer and autumn. And I quite like winter too, actually.) OK, how I loathe north European greyness. (Freezing and grey here today, by the way.)
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