An icy wind bites the ears: a good day for one of the long, wide, woollen scarfs that Heidi knitted for me.
I rather like the French word prechi-precha (there is a circumflex accent over each "e", but I haven't found out how to do it here) meaning "boring repetition".
In Chapel Place, a black cat with white forepaws winds its way round one of those stylised Chinese, stone lions, outside the shop selling asian furniture.
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