In typical 'ME-style' i'm about to sit and tell you about how bloody lovely and 'catch your breath' beautiful the start of autumn has been up here in Cumbria, and as i write to your dear faces; i have the heating on for the very first time since….probably March…? 
It rained rain so urgent, dramatic and quite simply wet right in the middle of my ten minute walk home.  The frustrating thing is that if i'd faffed less before leaving and left when i intended i'd have arrived home a good deal dryer than i did.  Which was …