Usually we start to feel cold at the end of the first week of November, so we're doing well this year. This morning, for the first time in many months, I went down to the kitchen and felt chilly. Not freezing cold, but even in my warm, full-length dressing gown, I felt a slight shiver when I opened the kitchen window and the study door, to let in some fresh air and to allow the cats to get in and out. It was only 6.30 - I seem to wake at that time even if Sophia doesn't wake me - but the sun was up, so I was surprised that I felt cold.
An hour or so later I took Richard his coffee and fresh orange juice, and mentioned that it was cold. 'Is that good or bad?' he asked, from the depths of our warm bed. I thought for a moment. 'Good,' I said. I do prefer chilliness to excessive heat, after all. The day felt fresh, and one can always put on more layers.
So after I had my shower, I put on a fleece. However, another hour later when I was preparing to go outside, to walk to a church service, I realised that it was considerably warmer. So I shed the fleece, and was comfortable walking in my tee-shirt and cotton trousers. Socks and trainers rather than sandals, long trousers rather than shorts... and also a sunhat and some sunglasses. And I walked in the shade, as much as I could.
It was warmer still by the time I came home again. It wasn't until about 5pm that I started feeling a little chilly again. Time to close the windows, pull the curtains, and find that fleece once more.