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From my bedroom window, I can see the sun peeping through the clouds. London certainly isn’t a city noted for its climate, but I think, sooner or later, you get used to it, and live with the weather. For most of the year, everyone and everything seems to be tucked up cosily in grey cotton wool, but Dickens said that fog is a characteristic of London, didn’t he? This climate could go hand in hand with my dismal humour.
