Chapter 19The dry, icy wind cuts through my wool jacket and chills my bones. I'm glad I chose to wear my scarf, gloves and the ridiculous, over-sized, Russian-style hat with ear flaps that Patricia bought me for mornings such as this. She thinks it makes me look cute, but right now, I don't care how I look as long as I'm warm. When I switch on the car engine the temperature gauge reads four degrees. The season has definitely changed and winter is upon us. The windscreen, which I first thought was covered in frost, is just grubby and streaky. I clean it before I set off. At least I can drive with my headlights on for part of the way, as I'm unlikely to meet many other cars this early in the morning. The sky is very dark, and as much of my journey is without the benefit of street lamps, I fe
