In this anonymous space i can say……

….that i have just shrunk two, woollen, long, gorgeous jumpers that my beloved husband bought back (this week) from his travels in the south of our country.

 

In my defence……(slight)…..tiredness played a part.

 

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Am i cross?

Upset?

Amused?

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Those emotions (as yet unidentified) are galloping around my entire body!

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October

Ate what really was the very last of our wild strawberries🙂

Hauled most of the plants o-u-t of our front garden soil and into pots- tidying that little patch up until it looks Suitably Suburban and actually not like something that is to do with me at all……

Walked the hound until he stopped and asked to go home again!

Forgot to make jam.

 

[That last one can be sorted later, the fruit is in the freezer &  local blackberry bushes are all done and dusted. Time for sticky work surfaces another day…….]

Today really was a day for sitting in the sunshine and sieving soil, a time and a space to be comfortable and to have my hands in compost ….that i have nurtured! OK. The nails could look  better but then again, acrylics are not really my thing ( to put it mildly….) so that’s ok. The front now looks uncomfortably not like my garden! But this needs to happen. And the only way to get from where we are now….to where we want to be….is to sort our home and sort the garden ….and at some point in time……..decide what to do next.

 

  • There is another grandchild to be introduced to, this must happen and soon.
  • Am taking a few days out this week , long overdue.
  • Old friends are resurfacing, just like the yummy autumnal mushrooms that are also appearing all over the place. Other friends are moving. So a totally new address book calleth
  • Work requires a certain ’embedding’

 

In short……my roots are being distinctly loosened.

 

 

 

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We’ve eaten outdoors lots this year……this was maybe my favourite meal  :)

 

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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