Just like magic, it turns November and the weather obeys. No more wishy-washy inbetweeny weather. No! From now on, it's under 10 degrees Celsius all the way! Coldest winter in 40 years, apparently.

So not only do we have proper winter weather now, meaning scarves and crunchy leaves and rosy cheeks, but it's also proper NaNoWriMo time. A few thousand words down, a lot more thousand words to go.

For your entertainment:

Mami: Those are nice jeans. I need some black ones for myself. Turn round. *inspects me*

Me: Yeah. Not expensive either.

Mami: Oh. No, that won't do.

Me: What??

Mami: I can only wear jeans which come up to my belly button, or my vest doesn't tuck in, and I get a cold stomach.


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Dad: You know, I've gone off wine. It's disgusting. *takes a gulp a sauvignon blanc*

Me: Well, that's not a bad thing necessarily.

Dad: No, it's not. *pause*

Me: *pours glass of water for him*

Dad: I hate the fact that I don't like wine any more. I can cope with not liking it. It's just the fact that I don't have any control over whether I do or don't...

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Little Boy Walking Past A Group Of Me And Three Others: Who wants to be my biatch tonight?