Getting Fat

The pace has certainly slowed since the schools went back. It was Ita's last day of weekday work - she goes back to her teaching until next Summer. Today it suddenly feels like Autumn. Those who look at the bird boxes are muttering "Christmas" to each other (we sold the last of the batch today). My book group met tonight at a local pub which had "Merry Christmas" napkins on the table. It's clearly the season before the season to be jolly. The season when we start thinking about where and with whom we'll spend The Day this year, start squirrelling away suitable gifts, but tut loudly when the shops put tinsel on their shelves. Or is that just me?