The brightest most blue sky i have seen in such a long while and the racing cotton wool clouds through our skylight first thing this morning; Leaves dropping from the trees in a much-colder-than-anticipated breeze; The last of the beautiful hydrangeas curling up and turning pretty hues of all kinds of lilac and lime green; Seagulls trying their hardest to fly against the wind on this mornings bike ride. The way that makes them look like they are tied to a long, long pieces of string; The hugest red admiral butterfly on our duvet upon returning home from my jobs. As she (i like to think she was a she, she was too beautiful not to be) was sat on the pillow i sat and talked to her for a good few minutes, hoping (most stupidly) that it might coax her out of the skylight. She responded much better to a little tickle, but i said goodbye anyway.
Seagulls always seagulls first thing in the morning. Tip tapping on top of our roof and shouting at each other; The Mr's alarm and knowing that i don't have to get up - i love that feeling because every morning i am always up before him; A new brown and white spaniel puppy's sweet little bark as i drove past him in the park this morning. So sweet and when i stopped to say hello he was all happy and full of kisses and a little wagging tail; The washing machine swish and swoosh throughout the morning, afternoon and evening as i attempted to wash everything known to man in 24 hours. I am now subsequently left with a 'hanging gardens of Babylon' style home as various items of laundry hang from every conceivable orifice; Elbow. That's right, still. I have this thing where once i find an album i love i listen to it over and over until i know it every each which way and can no longer bear to have it in my ears any longer. Then it comes back to me a few months later and i love it all over if not more.
Raspberries with everything. Alongside pancakes with an unhealthy spread of crunchy peanut butter, or dotted around my mid-afternoon day-off-shaped treat of a double chocolate chip cookie as big as my head or smashed into natural yoghurt with a drizzle of honey before bed; Chicken thighs cooked slowly in red wine and served with colcannon and tender-stem brocoli…the autumnal suppers are being eased in; Endless cups of tea whilst tip tapping away at some work in our office with the skylight as wide as it will go and a big huge and whopping soft checked blanket around my shoulders.