It is, as ever, colder in Edinburgh than in Oxford, which is a major reason I don't want to move here. But I came prepared in a big coat, and have bought myself a slightly more practical (less swirly) new one from Zara. It has little metal studs all over the sleeves and would not be completely out of place in a British 70s science-fiction television series. It is much nicer than it sounds.
November* brings picowrimo, which I shall be doing again, but not until Monday.
*Ritual "how is November here already?"