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My aching little fingers feel colder than my thumbs My toes no longer tingle they've gone a little numb My wollen gloves aren't feeling so cosy any more My sherpa socks are making my cold feet very sore I'm wearing clothes that haven't seen daylight for a while I note my balaclava is raising many smiles I hope this weather passes and heads on back to Russia I long for London drizzle and clothes that suit me better
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Mar 1, 2018
Mar 1, 2018 at 1:52 AM UTC
Cold snap
My aching little fingers feel colder than my thumbs My toes no longer tingle they've gone a little numb My wollen gloves aren't feeling so cosy any more My sherpa socks are making my cold feet very sore I'm wearing clothes that haven't seen daylight for a while I note my balaclava is raising many smiles I hope this weather passes and heads on back to Russia I long for London drizzle and clothes that suit me better
An early start in the cold February 2018.
stevejeff
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Mar 1, 2018
Mar 1, 2018 at 1:52 AM UTC
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