I think today’s the first day I’ve really noticed the change in season. I mean, sure, the darker evenings were a bit of a clue, if only because of how dark the library has been when locking up for the night. From being an environment of benign shade, it has become cloaked in deepest night that has made putting on coats more of an adventure than previously expected – enough that by common consensus we’re opting to generally put our coats on before we switch the lights out now.
We’ve also switched over from cool air conditioning to active heating, meaning I’m having to re-evaluate my general work attire. I’d just absent-mindedly started wearing a thin jumper over my shirt, and now I’m thinking I’ll have to stop it just so I’m comfortable in the near-tropical conditions. Well, it’s not quite that bad, but I am noticing that the building is warmer – if only because it’s so bloody cold outside when we leave.
Fortunately, living in a block of flats, heating at home is being boosted by the neighbours above and below us – not enough for me to want to remove the Thorpe Park Nemesis hoodie I’m sheltering in, but enough to take the edge off, especially with Lady M curled up on the sofa with me. Having found C wearing a jumper when I woke her this morning for her riding lesson, we’ve started looking at getting the winter duvets out – and have at least boosted her bedding even if we haven’t actually sorted ours out yet.
If nothing else, looking out at the icy rain today, I probably don’t need to go North of The Wall for hints of the Winter to come. Hopefully the weather will also keep me from being kept awake by fireworks too.