Twenty degrees

I arrive home for a short visit to find everybody talking about 50 shades of Grey and I somehow find myself at a loss for what to say while they're talking books and not bemoaning the colour of the sky. I miss the sun, my legs miss the liberation of trouser-free days, and my toes are having a slow time reinstating their friendship with socks. On the up-side however, my fingers are disporting themselves thanks to this more temperate climate and my new knitting project : mittens.