Clocks change

It’s that time of year again, yep, the clocks change tonight, and then we’re into those long, dark evenings again.

Note to self: I need to find a head torch for walking The Dog.

Autumn is a strange time: it’s so beautiful, with all those coppery and golden leaves, the crisp, sunny mornings; but it’s the harbinger of a British winter that has nothing going for it… dark, rainy, short days – Do you remember when it snowed in the winter, and the sun shone, and people had log fires? Now, we just get this moist, dank, ‘nothing’ weather.

I wish I was still in France.

Not that I’m saying they don’t get winter in France, just that the winters there were more bearable. Feel free to correct me if you disagree.

Anyway, I’m not in France (not yet anyway, plans are afoot!) but here in Cheltenham, looking forward to a quiet weekend with My Man. The last few weeks have been unusually packed with ‘activities’: the Cheltenham Literature Festival (Sandi Toksvig was a hoot); picking up a Red Special from the other side of London and coming back via a Western shop (where they doted on The Dog, and I bought two pairs of cowboy boots and a hat!); a rather disappointing trip to Bristol, brightened up by nosing round a friend’s house which is up for sale; Harrogate for work (no visit to Betty’s tearoom for me, it was all work, work, work); and sing-along Mamma Mia, to name but a few!

So this weekend we’re stopping at home, doing a bit of shopping, catching up with a few chores, and then, joy of joys, Sunday Papers and Sunday Roast! Lamb this week! I’m not a skinny-malink anymore – I love those roasties too much!!!

Have a good weekend y’all!

harrietdg

~ by harrietdg on October 25, 2008.