And the leaves on the ash tree are a deeper shade of red and the forests is aflame with autumn. Here I sit looking over tree tops, and last night I was in the middle of London for lovely daughter's birthday bash in the Soho theatre bar. London was my place too when I was her age and I didn't envisage a time when I would no longer live there. Each time I go I am astonished, not just by the number of people out there but how life is lived on the streets in a way it never used to be. I am no longer from there, yet still feel the knowledge of it intimately.
Short and sweet - not me, but this post because there are things I need to do before tomorrow:
1. Get rid of this virus thing that comes in waves and makes me feel queasy and uneasy. Life is, you know, quite challenging enough and it probably goes without saying that today is another pyjama day.
2. Watch the Halloween special of Psychoville, which I imagine everyone who watched the original Psychoville series will be doing.
3. Watch the five remaining episodes of Mad Men series three (unlikely).
4. Open the door to give sweets to Halloweening children. Mr. Signs on duty this year, he has bought two packets of Haribo and some Cadbury's Heroes which won't be nearly enough but neither have we put out the usual carved pumpkin, so we might not have as many visitors.
5. Change the bed linen. Or perhaps not.
Much viewing to be done, and tomorrow is the start of NaNo. Fingers crossed etc.
If I go a bit quiet then it is either a very Good Sign or complete disaster. I do, as you know, live on the Edge.