Autumn*
It is most definitely autumn now. Not just because the evenings are drawing in and we need the lights on shortly after 7pm. Hah! It'll be before 7pm by next weekend, and by 5pm by the end of this month. H also tells me that the mornings are getting darker too. He leaves home in the dark these days and it's only just getting light when he has to cross busy roads. Hope he's taken my Hi-Vis vest with him today.
It's also evidently autumn in that, coming home from Church yesterday, we were enjoying walking in the warmth of the sunshine - the first time since, maybe, early July. Not so long ago we'd be looking for the nearest patches of shade and hurrying to walk in them!
Hmmm, I begin to think that the days of my breakfast smoothie may be numbered too. It's getting to feel that a bowl of porridge, with added fruit and seeds, might be nicer. Come to think of it, I had the front room window open a bit late last night (but still closed it before dark.) So after tea I had my blanket over my legs, my red cardigan on (the linen-mix one, so not particularly warm), plus a light scarf and woolly mitts! I even had the door pushed to. Yes, Dear Reader, I did warm up**. Although I'm wondering whether getting a woollen cardi and maybe some woolly socks out sometime soon might not be such a bad idea.
As it's now autumn, I dug out the fair isle slipover, that was in abeyance over the summer, and am attempting to finish that for S for Christmas. That's afternoon (or no-TV) knitting. The Weasley Sweater is progressing, nicely I hope. Having had to jiggle the knitting tension a bit I don't know if it's knitting up to the required size (swatches can lie, remember.) Here's hoping I don't have to knit too many rows more to be able to measure the body width and see - just in case I need to visit the frog pond, you understand.
And yes, we did manage to shift a lot of stuff from the middle bedroom Saturday afternoon***.
'Do you have a wood recycling centre here?' Asked S as he dismantled a small, formica-faced-chipboard cupboard.
'?' And 'If we did the city council have probably closed it to 'save money'.' We replied. 'Like they're shortening the opening hours for the Civic Amenity Site (aka: tip) and charging non-domestic waste-dumping-people per load to dump stuff.' The incidence of fly-tipping locally is already up. Now these charges are in place (as of Saturday) there will be even more.
Now, seriously, Dear Reader, do you think the money the coucil 'saves' by so restricting access to the local tip will cover the money (thousands of pounds per load, apparently) it will inevitably have to pay out to clear up all this fly tipping? H & I both doubt it.
As 'tis, it was a Good Thing I'd borrowed one of those 1m cube 'plastic' bags as well. We managed to find space to set it up in the back yard - having first established that it would go through the back gateway when fully stretched. That was a better/safer option than having to put it at the kerbside over the weekend. Particularly as they're coming tomorrow to collect it. I have a funny feeling one needs Official Permission to put skips on the street. Not to mention hazard lights for nighttime.
Fortunately I can get around the full bag to access the washing line and peg out. This is just as well as it's nice today and things should dry well. Pity we're running out of soap powder!
Right, 'nuff. I really ought to go have a good look to see what else can go in this bag before they come to take it away tomorrow.
Just one last thing - have you seen this encounter between a Koala and a butterfly? Apparently it was a young Koala, which could account for it's bemused expression.
Y'all have a good day now!
*That's 'Fall' for American Readers.
**No, Dear Reader, we aren't putting the gas fires on just yet. It's not that chilly. Woolly jumpers first!
***Including a full Recycling-Bin's-worth of paper stuff. Fortunately that's due to be collected on Thursday. The Bad News is that there's a heck of a lot of other stuff to go. Mainly paperwork that H needs to sort before we can get rid of any of it. Poor H, as if he didn't have enough to do already.
It's also evidently autumn in that, coming home from Church yesterday, we were enjoying walking in the warmth of the sunshine - the first time since, maybe, early July. Not so long ago we'd be looking for the nearest patches of shade and hurrying to walk in them!
Hmmm, I begin to think that the days of my breakfast smoothie may be numbered too. It's getting to feel that a bowl of porridge, with added fruit and seeds, might be nicer. Come to think of it, I had the front room window open a bit late last night (but still closed it before dark.) So after tea I had my blanket over my legs, my red cardigan on (the linen-mix one, so not particularly warm), plus a light scarf and woolly mitts! I even had the door pushed to. Yes, Dear Reader, I did warm up**. Although I'm wondering whether getting a woollen cardi and maybe some woolly socks out sometime soon might not be such a bad idea.
As it's now autumn, I dug out the fair isle slipover, that was in abeyance over the summer, and am attempting to finish that for S for Christmas. That's afternoon (or no-TV) knitting. The Weasley Sweater is progressing, nicely I hope. Having had to jiggle the knitting tension a bit I don't know if it's knitting up to the required size (swatches can lie, remember.) Here's hoping I don't have to knit too many rows more to be able to measure the body width and see - just in case I need to visit the frog pond, you understand.
And yes, we did manage to shift a lot of stuff from the middle bedroom Saturday afternoon***.
'Do you have a wood recycling centre here?' Asked S as he dismantled a small, formica-faced-chipboard cupboard.
'?' And 'If we did the city council have probably closed it to 'save money'.' We replied. 'Like they're shortening the opening hours for the Civic Amenity Site (aka: tip) and charging non-domestic waste-dumping-people per load to dump stuff.' The incidence of fly-tipping locally is already up. Now these charges are in place (as of Saturday) there will be even more.
Now, seriously, Dear Reader, do you think the money the coucil 'saves' by so restricting access to the local tip will cover the money (thousands of pounds per load, apparently) it will inevitably have to pay out to clear up all this fly tipping? H & I both doubt it.
As 'tis, it was a Good Thing I'd borrowed one of those 1m cube 'plastic' bags as well. We managed to find space to set it up in the back yard - having first established that it would go through the back gateway when fully stretched. That was a better/safer option than having to put it at the kerbside over the weekend. Particularly as they're coming tomorrow to collect it. I have a funny feeling one needs Official Permission to put skips on the street. Not to mention hazard lights for nighttime.
Fortunately I can get around the full bag to access the washing line and peg out. This is just as well as it's nice today and things should dry well. Pity we're running out of soap powder!
Right, 'nuff. I really ought to go have a good look to see what else can go in this bag before they come to take it away tomorrow.
Just one last thing - have you seen this encounter between a Koala and a butterfly? Apparently it was a young Koala, which could account for it's bemused expression.
Y'all have a good day now!
*That's 'Fall' for American Readers.
**No, Dear Reader, we aren't putting the gas fires on just yet. It's not that chilly. Woolly jumpers first!
***Including a full Recycling-Bin's-worth of paper stuff. Fortunately that's due to be collected on Thursday. The Bad News is that there's a heck of a lot of other stuff to go. Mainly paperwork that H needs to sort before we can get rid of any of it. Poor H, as if he didn't have enough to do already.