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I have a feeling I do this every year so sorry
Seasonal affective disorder... It is pouring with rain, I feel miserable, my bones ache, I am comfort eating and my hair is doing that scary curly thing it does in reaction to rainwater. Oh yes and I have just sighted the first mince pies of the season.
Please can I hibernate? Or emigrate... just to get away from the endless damp greyness of an English winter and shops starting Christmas on 1st October.
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“But Finrod walks with Finarfin his father beneath the trees in Eldamar.”
Christopher Tolkien, Requiescat in pace
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