Everything's turning orange, I've started a super scary series on Netflix called The Haunting of Hill House and my rain mac is drip drying in the hallway -IT MUST OFFICIALLY BE AUTUMN!
You may all shout at your laptop screens at this, but when the weather starts to chill off and the long-trousered jammys come out, to me, that just signifies that the smells of Christmas are in the air and I'm allowed to start devouring boxes of Celebrations.
Too early?
Me thinks no.
