This morning I had to scrape ice from my windscreen. The temperature had slid down close to zero overnight - unusual for Autumn. By the time I was sitting in the car, I began to wish I had taken gloves; my hands were as cold as ice. Perhaps it's time to pack up the table tennis table in the garage and invest in a new door - preferably one which doesn't have to be screwed in at both ends.
Borrow for the holidays – new non-fiction
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