In this part of the globe, November is usually not associated with sun - it is supposed to be a grey, wet, foggy and cold month, and (if one can believe the statistics) the month with the highest suicide rate of the year.
Well, we did have nice sunny weather this month; last Sunday, for instance, was so mild and sunny, if it had not been for the lack of flowers and birdsong outside, one could have been fooled into believing it was March or April.
I went for a run and almost regretted wearing the red fluffy zip-up you saw here, but going short-sleeved would have been inviting a cold, and I have only just managed to finally get rid of that nasty cough (took me almost four weeks!).
When I woke up on Monday morning, this was the first view that greeted my eyes:
Since then, though, I'm afraid the weather has changed and is now more like what November is supposed to be. We've had non-stop rain for two nights and two days now, which has kept me from visiting the Christmas market (it opened on Tuesday).
It is nothing like the flooding I have read about in parts of the UK, though, and seen on Friko's blog, so I really should not complain.
Tomorrow, according to the forecast, we can expect it to be dry, but with quite a drop in temperature. We might even have some snow for the first Advent weekend. Anyway - I'll go dancing on Saturday night, and will be putting up some Christmas decoration in the morning, this being the only time of the year where I allow for my beloved clean, empty spaces to be covered :-)