Dark Mornings and Fallen Leaves

It seemed particularly dark this morning as I made my way over the Meadows for an early pedicure-that sounds so much better than going to the chiropodist which feels very ageist to me.

Afterwards, to celebrate the feeling of walking on air, I had a coffee and a comfy seat in the local café Nero which for some unaccountable reason was void of students occupying every table mistaking it for the University Library.

By the time the rain started I was home and dry and doing a little tidying in preparation for a friend’s visit in the afternoon. Since Covid, I can count on one hand the number of friends who have actually been in the house. We have been meeting outside in cafés and I have become used to not inviting people inside the Dower House.

My friend arrived with the sun which came in time to transform the surroundings from the morning’s dreichness. Just in case it was short lived I had the log fire on the TV to virtually warm us. How mad is it possible to get?