I’m back in my scarf,

this English weather dictates what I wear each day

The flip-flops came out,

the toes were free but now I’ve had to hide them away

The rain spatters hard on the windows,

umbrellas on standby these days it seems

We hustle and bustle as the wind blows,

As torrents fall down in floods and teems

I’m back in my coat,

And gloves keep my fingers nice and toasty

The tights will ladder but it doesn’t matter

Because I wear trousers in the winter mostly

To the back of the wardrobe go the dresses,

With skirts, thin tops, thin shirts and shorts

And I reach now for the thickest of sweaters

Dressing according to the weather reports

Bring on the log fires and central heating

Bring back the 13 tog duvets too

Get out the blankets for wrapping our feet in

And then I won’t care if it snows, nor will you.