It’s The Taking Part That Counts

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It’s November.

November is a rubbish month.

All the shops are full of Christmas stuff but Christmas is still ages away.

It’s cold.

It’s dark.

I will probably be ill for at least some of this month.

It’s not that surprising that November is commandeered annually as a month in which to achieve formidable things like growing a moustache or writing a novel. Continue reading It’s The Taking Part That Counts