It’s got to be said: I’ll be off to town, later.
In — as you may have worked out — the cold.
OK, granted: it’s the UK.
I’m in south-east England, so you know.
And? It’s not necessarily going to be as chilly as Kyiv.
But?
It’s going to be nippy.
There’s frost on those car windows!
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