1. A robin on the path, his chest a fierce bright, bright scarlet among the duns and tired greens of the winter woods.
2. The fruit bowl is full of blood oranges, which I look forward to every year because nothing tastes quite like them, and there are Seville oranges in the shops, so we could -- if we felt like it -- make marmalade.
3. At the end of the day, there's a new Fortean Times waiting for me.
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