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Published: November 29th 2012
You look at the jeans you have been wearing for the past 5 days and go, yeah sure why not; another day or two would be OK, it’s not as if I’m sweating at all.
All the marigolds have been taken out of the flower beds and replaced with the “cauliflower” plants. Two colours, purple and white, they look just like cauliflowers.
All the trees have lost their leaves and the trunks are painted white, a paint to reduce fungus and insects apparently.
The trees are wrapped up for the winter in a fetching arrangement of a wicker basket.
The large shops have a huge thick blanket at the front doors to keep the heat in and the cold out.
You look longingly at the lingerie shops, but not at bras and knickers; but at long johns and tights to wear under your jeans because your legs are freezing even with jeans that are so thick they stand up on their own (especially since you have been wearing them for a week)
The motorbikes are wearing more cold weather gear than you are.
You get up in the dark and see the sun rising on the way to work well after 7am, and get home in the dark around 6pm.
You look at the winter fashions and you go sure why not: diamantes, fur, animal prints and leather and that’s just the shoes.
The parkas worn both inside and out all day by all the local people have more rolls and puffs than a fully grown Shar Pei dog.
You do a mental check of essentials before you leave your apartment: tissues, jacket, scarf and gloves.
You pour yourself a glass of red wine from the bottle in the kitchen sitting on the windowsill and you have to bring it into the sitting room before you drink it, to bring it up to “room temperature”
You go out wearing 4 layers of clothing and consider adding a fifth; you already look like the Michelin man so another layer won’t make a difference.
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