It was foul yesterday, but late Autumn/early Winter, does have some advantages.
I light the fire, place a couple of foil-wrapped spuds in the ash pan to bake, settle down with a crossword or two, and listen to the glorious silence.
Bok lies by the fire, Lady M is possibly baking some biscuits, and there is a Coq au Vin gently bubbling away in the kitchen.
OK, there are no taxis or double-deckers in the high street, no fancy theatres or cinemas, and no frantic crowds of pre-Christmas shoppers in the stores, but that's how I like it. Leave me alone, don't annoy me, and let me live how I want to live. I like it here just as it is.
But, if the ramifications of Brexit force me back to the UK (which I don't think they will), I shall easily adapt. I shall once again dodge the crowds of loonies on the pavements, get used to car alarms permanently screaming, and be prepared to swash-buckle with burglars.
I would also once again frequent the best Asian foods store in the whole world (Brighton's Taj Mahal), eat in some of the most diverse ethnic restaurants anywhere on earth, and have the pleasure of stepping into Waitrose and Marks for all those wee pleasures that are unavailable over here.
Our heat would arrive by pressing a button.
Life is pretty good, but whatever Brexit holds for us Brexpats, we will go with the flow, and enjoy whatever life brings.