Here in Britain, we always want what we can't have. In the winter it's deemed normal for everyone to crave the feeling of the summer sun on their backs- and boy do they let everyone know about it. However when our lives are finally graced with a bit of sun there is nothing people want more than a warm duvet and some scented candles.

Personally, although I probably say this everytime a new season comes along, I love Autumn. I finally have an excuse to wear welly boots regularly and of course I can start counting down to Christmas (98 days!!). It's such a common stereotype but who doesn't love it when it's so cold outside and you can go home and cocoon yourself in a duvet safehaven and watch films with plots that consist of overly happy Americans or Winona Ryder. I even took it as far as buying a darker "berry" coloured lipstick yesterday which is a bit of a new one for me. Lets hope it looks reasonable because I'm not sure if I can rock the "I've eaten too many blackberries" look despite having done so too many times.

As much as I love going outside to be greeted with shades of orange and brown or going inside to be greeted by my duvet; Halloween is the highlight of my Autumn. Oh how I love going out onto the streets faced with collections of girls supposedly "dressed" as cats when really they've forgotten to get dressed at all. I promise myself on a yearly basis that I will go out for Halloween and have an inventive costume like Edward Scissorhands or something along those lines (who knows why) but I tend to end up watching too many Tim Burton films next to the safety of my radiator. I will never not love carving the pumpkins though, even if I don't go out into the cold to look at them. The smell that comes alongside carving a pumpkin is so nostalgic and year after year I prepare to carve mine with such high expectations but time and time again it'll end up looking like the face of a squashed monkey. As much as I love Halloween I also love when it's over because that means it's plain sailing to Christmas!!!!!! I wish mince pies weren't a seasonal thing because I could seriously devour one right now.

As the days get shorter the darkness rolls in earlier and it's such a great feeling coming home in the evening and having a helping of Mums neverending casserole supply before snuggling up with a film. However, when morning arrives (far too quickly) there is no where I'd rather be than my bed. Why would anyone in there right mind pick the cold and tired walk downstairs over the orginial safety blanket of warmth and comfort. If I had any power whatsoever I would totally put forward the idea that students shouldn't have to get up for college until it's light outside. Oh- and that the temperature should be above 12 degrees before we leave our house. Knowing North Devon a temperature that high wont be a regular occurence. If that's not appropriate then perhaps the College could provide us all with a £335 Burberry Scarf for a bit of warmth. We can only dream.

Now I'll have to love you and leaf you (sorry that's really not funny) as I go and invest in something waterproof. Preferably an umbrella.

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