Technically, it is midwinter. Therefore, at this latitude, one could expect it to be rather cold this morning, but it is not. It is so mild, in fact, that when I strode into the garden* just now to hiss at a fox that was yowling by the cat flap (I have a fear that a fox will eat our cats), I did not need to put on any clothes.
The fox fled, but whether from my growls and hisses, or from the pale blankness of my naked white flesh in the dim glow of London’s ambient illumination, I will never know.
*When I am in London, I sleep on the sofa bed in the living room, which has a door on to the garden and thin windows through which the local animal life is clearly audible.