Autumn has positively arrived and it bears gifts of conkers ( and not honkers as my blog so gracefully wants to put instead blessed is the art of predictive text )
With Autumn you can hear me cry :
I just popped out to collect some conkers they’re useful as spider repellent s or you can chuck them at spiders the size of aragog from Harry Potter.
Here’s one if the horses who lives in the field ( obviously) of the farm at the end of my road.
With Autumn you can hear me cry :
“ For I am Queen of the thermostat you will not hear me shiver !”
And I did at precisely 12 midnight turn on the heating like Cinderella would have done if she had been cold.I didn’t sleep very well last night either and had to come downstairs for an hour or so because insomnia is a tricky beast demanding attention.
But despite feeling like a tea drinking zombie this morning faced with the apocalypse of housework, I soldiered on tinkering a little with the burden of tidying.Then I ventured out to welcome Autumn here positively.It would have been rude of me not to return the favour of visiting Autumn in return.
A poetic piece, Claire! The predictive text drives me mad at times, offering the most idiotic suggestions. The horse is beautiful, and I hope you had a better sleep today.
ReplyDeletefeel your pain with the insomnia, like other things it raises its ugly head when you are least expecting it.
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