Days to myself
It's nice to have a day to myself. MDH is at work, and I'm at home alone, catching up on paperwork and household chores.
This morning, after doing some washing, I spent the rest of the hours making a huge batch of tomato soup, which is now bubbling away on the stove.
Later on, I'll probably wander down to the centre of town and visit the shops. I really want to get a nice blank book to use as a travel journal - with stiff pages that won't crumple easily and a hardcover that has got a tactile surface that makes you want to pick it up again and again.
It's also time I bought MDH a present, and I would like to get him a Neil Gaiman novel. American Gods, perhaps. I think it'd be the sort of book he'd enjoy, seeing as he likes gothic fantasy novels like the Gormenghast trilogy.
Or perhaps, the latest Iain M Bank's novel. (Then I can read it after he's done! Woohoo!) We shall see.Autumn is a great season. The air is pleasantly cool and the wind whips through the streets, stirring the falling leaves into a swirling dance.
When the sun is out, it's a joy to sit on a bench on the high street, watching red-cheeked people scuttle by whilst sipping on a warm cup of coffee and perusing a new novel.
Leaves in brilliant shades of red will flutter down and land on my lap, migratory birds roost under the eaves of buildings and call to each other, pampered pooches scamper alongside their owners wearing little plaid coats.
Plus, I get to wear fun stuff and strut down the street, feeling cosy in a light fleecy scarf with tassels, a macintosh of faded gold, knee high boots. It's all about accessories, baby.
Sometimes, I think that the biggest draw to staying in a temperate climate is getting to wear the great outfits.