It looks like the summer has finally departed from London.
Weather-wise, It was a great summer.
We had been treated with a plenty of warm sunshine and gorgeous evenings.
I can’t help feeling a pang of sadness because the next summer will be anther 10 months away which sounds like an awfully long time to wait. Oh, stop it! Stop being so morose.
I am having a dull ache in my upper back and neck as well as a sign of migraine.
It must to be to do with a low pressure weather system over Southeast England. Psyching myself up to do daily chores on the day like this doesn’t come easily. I’d rather curl up with Mr.B & a mug of tea.
Still, I have a pile of laundry to go through, cups & saucer to be put away and a new jumper to be knitted.
Pull yourself together! I am my own drill sergeant.
BTW Mr.B has already taken a refuge in my… SHORTS!
He has made himself very at home and looks mightily pleased with himself…
‘What are you looking at?’
He stares me back challengingly.
Hmmm… I have seen the same expression recently…
Harry Styles not so thrilled to be papped at the cashpoint…
Well, you have to hand me back the shorts voluntarily very soon or you will be evicted by force…