“Autumn falls, tumbling, crumbling down a dying hill of gold.”
…is a line that never made it into a book. I know. I read the manuscript. The original one. Funny how so much of what we plan ends up on the scrap heap. While this wasn’t the most eloquent piece of prose ever (probably why it never made the final cut), when I read the published book, I was quite surprised at how changed it was.
If you hang around long enough, everything changes.
If you hang around a bit longer, everything changes back again.
So, autumn’s here. The clocks go back soon. Longer nights. Yippee!
And no, that wasn’t an ironic ‘yippee’ either.
Everything is quieter now.
Of course, it’ll get crazy at the end of the month (Halloween). And then next month everyone will be celebrating the ritual burning of a political scapegoat. I’ll be avoiding the firework fumes while dealing with a freaking-out furbaby. Bonfire night will no doubt be spent in the bathroom (her current hidey-hole) listening to Chopin. But as life goals go, that’s not such a bad one.
Ah. Life Goals.
You know how everyone does this whole ‘summer body’ obsession? Well, in our house we get ‘winter body‘ ready.
And no, that doesn’t mean we spend November eating celery so that Christmas Day can be spent repeatedly eating our own weight in mince pies and pigs-in-blankets. Who the heck came up with that name? Have you ever seen a pig, or indeed any farm animal, wrapped up in a blanket? Outside of a YouTube video, that is. I’m sure there must be some. Let me know if you find any.
And these days, why aren’t they called Heritage-breed-in-duvets..?
Right. Note to self, taken.
It’s all too easy to disappear in hibernation mode at this time of year. Vanish into the marshmallow-morass of duvet-days, hot chocolate, and comfort foods. The one episode of a favourite tv show becomes a binge-watch of the entire series.
You know what I mean.
It’s okay, I won’t tell.
So, the following plan has been put into play:
- drink more water
- go running more often
- start eating more raw stuff
- get more sleep
Okay, I had to stop after the last one. Combination of laughing too much to type, and the temptation to follow it up with ‘find where the unicorns live‘…
So, as it’s the 1st of October, I’ll close by saying:
White rabbits, everyone!