Today is beautifully sunny but there is something in the quality of the light and the feel of the air that speaks very clearly of autumn. And that is not a problem for me as autumn is probably one of my favourite times of the year. I like the dark nights, where you draw the curtains and light a couple of candles and put Strictly on the telly, and the cooler days and the smell of incipient winter.
Autumn, September, is also (for me at least) a time of fresh starts - the new school year. This September is a little different as I am currently in the process of packing up and saying goodbye to this poor, maligned house. I hope its next owners give it the love and TLC it deserves and put the splendid oven to better use than reheating ready meals. It is all good, I am very happy and looking forward to going back to being a fulltime wife, but I intensely dislike transition periods. Transition means unsettled and I am a creature who very much likes to be settled.
So forgive me if I am a little quiet over the next few weeks. Come October and I will be back cooking, meal planning, weighing in (there is a Saturday morning meeting just a five minute walk from my new house - I have No Excuse) and doing some sneaky non-WW-friendly eating out (we're going to Purnell's for D's birthday in October - MUCH excitement!) Business as usual in fact. You have been warned.