It seems appropriate to have a grey sky outside and rain pouring down. After all, it's a Bank Holiday Monday, a day when - in my childhood - I always remember it raining. Shops would be shut. The afternoon would be spent watching a film on the telly, and there'd be the knowledge that tomorrow it was back to school.
Today this middle aged woman isn't thinking about school, but about work. I'm doing a 6 hour shift at the supermarket, which isn't so bad. I need the money!
It's definitely getting autumnal, isn't it? Nights are drawing in, the sunflowers have faded and petals dropped. Luckily autumn means the community choir starts up again, which I love, My thoughts are already turning to next year, 2016, and dreams - which I hope to make reality - of moving house. Leaving the South West for pastures new 'up North'. Such an upheaval, but a change is a'coming, blowing in like the North winds, unsettling but bringing renewal too, new challenges. Exciting, huh?
Today this middle aged woman isn't thinking about school, but about work. I'm doing a 6 hour shift at the supermarket, which isn't so bad. I need the money!
It's definitely getting autumnal, isn't it? Nights are drawing in, the sunflowers have faded and petals dropped. Luckily autumn means the community choir starts up again, which I love, My thoughts are already turning to next year, 2016, and dreams - which I hope to make reality - of moving house. Leaving the South West for pastures new 'up North'. Such an upheaval, but a change is a'coming, blowing in like the North winds, unsettling but bringing renewal too, new challenges. Exciting, huh?