Whoever thinks that autumn is a fantastic season with subtle smells and warm colours should speak up now or keep their illuminated mouth shut forever..!
November isn't poetic. November isn't snuggling up time. November isn't all tea and biscuits after a pleasant walk in the woods with your significant other. November isn't logs crackling in the fireplace, a cat on your lap and a good book in your hands, under the loving gaze of your framed parents on the mantelpiece.
November is the time when you listen to Mozart's Requiem and draw a mental list of the pieces you'll want played at your own funeral. November is frozen meals for one. November smells of electric heating. November is realizing that TV doesn't always work as a solution to an unsatisfying job and to too quiet nights. November is dark grey.
Artificial flowers and sarcasm must have been invented in November.
Who wishes they still had the "free hugs" campaign running now? I promise I'll smile about it tomorrow...