You know the summer is definiately over when…
a. you have a month of rain in two days?
b. the city is swarming with freshers?
c. you’ve bought your first Christmas present?
d. you long for a wood burning stove?
So many ways to say it’s over. Is that a song title?
Today I’ve been turning all Kirstie Allsopp. Making pine cone decorations with tartan. Seems premature. It’s not.
Autumnal breakfast of bottled damsons, greek yoghurt and museli.
Things I don’t ‘get’ number 347.
‘Steal her style’ – why? get your own?
Shoes you can’t walk in.
Gifts for new baby, having the words – New Baby, Baby Girl/Boy – written on cheap vases with sparkly helium balloons. Is it in case you forgot who the present was for? Or the sex of the child? Bearing in mind the recipient is generally somewhere between the 20 – 40 year old mark. This kind of things says Grandma to me. What do you think?