Feeling a little bit vertginous today.
Woke up early, cause he went to sleep at 2:10 am, ate breakfast midway. Has no mind to go outside today. Maybe he will crawl under duvet all day. It's a bit cold outside. Sun is hardly be seen, not even a line of sunshine. Sky is dark. When he got up and opened the French door a little, the cold air came furiously, and he got freeze as though someone pushed him in -120° C refrigerator. Jesus! He watered his plants and flowers with shudders and shivers. Ran away after finishing and closed each window instantly. He remembered Andrew told him- It's England! He grimaced from a corner from his mouth and went upstairs. He went to his library to read a few more books. When he opens the door be sighs- how darker it was! He got a pity instead. He got a plan a
