Apparently staying in is the new going out, or so I'm led to believe. And frankly it couldn't suit me better.
With the temperatures creeping down below freezing I'd much rather spend the night in front of the fireplace at home than balance around town in heels and an outfit that is put together purely to hide the woollen underwear in a desperate attempt to stay alive.
So bring on the logs, candles, over-the-knee socks and woollen cardigans. I'm staying in - snuggled up in bed with... well, a few good books.
I'll be meeting the winter in company of Jeremy Clarkson, Lawrence Wright and Jan Egeland. I could do a lot worse I suppose.
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