I love it when it's definitely autumn but still warm enough to go out with bare legs.

And you can eat peaches for lunch.

But there's chicken cooked in earthy flavours of cider, tarragon and cream for dinner.

And you definitely still want an ice-cream. But this week's flavours are fig leaf, chestnut or blackberry sorbet.

You hear the wind in the tree outside your bedroom window and go to bed with a hotwater bottle.

And one of those old orange Penguin paperbacks with pages that smell sweet like stale icing.

And you lie there thinking that the white linen dress is going to look barking mad at the party next week. Especially if it rains. B*!@*r!

I hate shopping for clothes.

Whatever the season.