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Sun is shining, weather is sweet

God I love Autumn when it's like this. It's something to do with the taste of the air, I think, that freh crispness which one forgets about over summer and which, when it catches your nostris for the first time makes you think oh yeah jumpers! Walks! Drifts of leaves!.

it also heralds the incipient arrival of the hell on stilts that is Christmas, but more of such things later.

So what am I doing at the mo? Weeeeell, there's one thing occurring which may prove to be of pivotal importance in my life, but I'm reluctant to blog about it just yet, from some strange puritan hangover about not tempting fate. Also I'm having fun editing last year's Nanowrimo piece, having left it for nearly a year, in the hope that I'll rustle up a few ideas for this year's piece. I'm getting lots of reading and writing done, largely as a result of having knackered my knee (again) which kind of precludes any exercise except swimming, and I get VERY bored swimming after more than half an hour or so.

So in a nutshell, autumn is here, the season of rebirth for me (I know, my internal calendar's all to cock). In fact, not only is it autumn but it's ROCKTOBER! MY birthday! Porl's! birthday! The Shiel's birthday! (gulp). I'm sure there will be drinking, which is why I'm trying to stick out this sobriety as long as I possibly can.

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