My nose is colder than the rest of my body. Last night it was really cold, you know, as a wet dog nose? Like that. I was thinking about getting a hat for it, knitted and with cute flaps, but no, then I remembered. All nose-wear are the property of clowns, and I don’t want to be associated with that lot. And I really don’t want to stab my face when I see myself in a reflection — which would happen if I even for a second thought I was a clown. Horrible beasts.