Autumn 2016

Chose not to send the warm leggings to daughter, but rather to wear them myself underneath jeans and with woolly socks, four extra layers and then a vastly padded jacket. Cold.

So ironed. All short sleeved shirts are now bundled up and bagged into the top shelf of a bedroom cupboard. Long sleeved shirts half way through being ironed. Still cold.

Ate properly all through day with a nod to both quantity and quality. Checked hydration. Tried warming teas and soups. Still cold.

Kept moving, didn’t pile up stuff to go upstairs but actually ran up and down stairs each time. Still Cold.

Pulled hood up.

Warm!

 

In addition the massively warm winter quilt has come into use ~ but isn’t that a trifle early, in September…?

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Cold obviously affected brain as i managed to inadvertently call youngest son on WhatsApp. Horrified to find his face staring at me and the dialing tone echoing around our room, proceeded to jump up and down whilst simultaneously shouting at the phone.

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On record:

“Autumn (a season that i usually adore) has this year, arrive way too early”

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overpaid tax….and some

Returning to work, flexi time, is suiting me….generally speaking….and all is kinda OK. The availability of shifts is sporadic at the moment, but the again it usually is during the summer holidays + everything does take a bit of time to pick up as we drift into autumn.

I’ve been here before, many times, in various incarnations; i know how it works.

It remains a very real pleasure to go into child care settings and work alongside the regulars, discovering and exploring together with the little ones. Nothing much to beat a hefty lump of play dough, or a heap of sand…..

 

Only this time i discover that i am paying tax.

Which means that the P45 hasn’t been actioned.

And now the tax office details that i’ve been given, doesn’t exist either.

 

The joys of constant reorganisation.

The delights of striving for excellence.

The deep desire to …oh i don’t know….(breathe deeply…..)….

 

i feel the pain of my boss who went to look for the tax office details on the side of his computer, only to realise with a sickening thud that ‘we don’t do it that way anymore’

No indeed

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Spider

We have a resident spider guarding our recycling bin………

 

Honestly this autumn has now started and i’m not at all impressed.

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Yes, I’m bigger than it.

Yes, I am singing all the “spider in the bath” songs.

Yes, this is ridiculous.

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No, i do not appreciate spiders waving at me from their perches (MY perch actually, that recycling bin is Mine, not his/hers).

No, it is not everso grown up to scream.

No, i am not proud of removing myself from the kitchen.

 

 

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I am going out.

Urgh

Observations from a place some call rough:

* Everyone chats, i mean….Everyone. Couldn’t even get five paces down the first street without exchanging chit chat. Love it.

* People who speak English as a second or third language appeared to be out in force today, clearing up the pavement outside their own homes and sweeping up and binning the leaves further  on down the road.

* Houses and their tiny gardens/ yards/ ginnels are getting smartened up. Seriously so.

* No one verbally harasses folk round there any more. It makes a lovely, fabulous, gloriously wonderful change and one that was celebrated with a nice cup of tea when i got home.

*  Being able to buy a book for 25p is great, esp when there’s heaps of choice.

* Official street sweepers are good to see once more.

* So are official folk clearing up flytipping.

 

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