You've got to be joking....

Its easy for some, I think as I sit here. Fingers locked into position around my steaming tea cup. Hood over my head to trap whatever warmth my body can muster. Scarf tightly fitted around my neck, suffocating me, but in the hope of heat. Outside looks uninviting. I think our flat could win a record for unbelievable lack of insulation. And its only the start of winter, meaning, technically, the walls should still be holding the heat from the last days that summer could push through. Cos its autumn now, and sure its pretty, golden leaves falling through the sky, taking their time to reach the bottom. Placing themselves among the others with an effect that ressembles a bed, inviting in those that dare to look. But i don't have the energy to even look at that, I'm cold.