Maybe it's the snow, maybe it's the dark nights, mabye I'm just tired and impatient for more than two days off in a row (oh, had I only known how lucky I was while I was a student!), but it's starting to feel a little bit too close to Christmas around here.
It's been snowing since Friday evening - we stood and watched the now familiar wonder of falling snow for ages; standing in the dark with our noses pressed to the windows. I still get that excited buzz in my tummy at the sight of snowfall; it just turns into an inconvenience much quicker these days.
For whatever reason, this weekend I allowed myself to start preparing for Christmas. To start stewing vine fruits, to spend hours sitting and knitting, to design the Christmas cards and to allow myself to enjoy the excited, impatient buzz of the Advent countdown.
It feels about time to start hibernating a little. With the exception of a snowy morning run on Saturday and a bustling burst of fresh air in the city on Sunday afternoon, I've very much been hiding away in a cardigan with a large mug of tea, stirring mincemeat and creating wooly gifts. We've eaten pie, stayed in bed for hours with hot drinks, and forgotten about the outside tasks that would only turn our hands red raw and leave us desperate for more pie, more tea and more duvet hide-outs.