I know it’s really winter when…

… I’ve done all my Friday shopping and am already making chicken soup by 9.30am.

Windy day in Hendon this morning; walking on Brent Street I saw two men lose their kippot in unexpected gusts. In both cases, they clapped their hands to their heads and stared plaintively up as the little black discs whirled off and away to seek their fortune who knows where? It’s sights like this that I stay in Hendon for.