The First Tights of the Year

Winter is on its way, and I stamp my little feet with anticipation (and to keep them warm : ) I know winter is coming because today, for the first time in 12 months, I wore tights, had a hot Milo, craved crumpets with golden syrup and could smell the sour waft of the brewery on the cold, still air. And now it's raining; heavily, persistently, calling me to a book before bedtime and pyjamas fresh from the dryer. Winter may not be the special subject of this wide, brown land, but - oh! - it's my favourite time of year. Today, cotton - tomorrow, corduroy!