Saturday, 14 September 2013

There's sunflowers, asters and gladioli on the windowsill,

Spiders in every corner,

Rabbit stew in beer bubbling on the stove (I do wish I'd put it on earlier).

I've switched from drinking wine to a slug of whisky,

Stirred the first porridge,

Made the first butternut squash soup and the first apple cake.

I've even watched the first two episodes of Downton Abbey, which is a bit like opening all your Christmas presents in November. (Actually, it gets off to very slow start and I've rather gone off it.)

But I still haven't put on the first pair of tights, and I'm not going to give in yet. Although I'm heading off to Scotland soon where the barelegged look will probably look even dafter than it does here.

Tights make me feel even worse than putting the clocks back.


Toffeeapple said...

Instead of spiders in the corners, I have Harvestmen and they are eating spiders and flies as if there were no tomorrow.

mary said...

I'd never even heard of those, Toffeeapple ... I've just googled them and they look as bad as spiders.

Cait O'Connor said...

I love your description of autumn in your house - and I haven't succumbed to tights....yet...

mary said...

The less aspirational aspects get severely edited, Cait! A run-round with the hoover wouldn't go amiss.