Thursday 31st October 2024

The week ploughs on, but the weekend gets ever closer.

In a change, there was to be sunshine and maybe be warm enough to sit on the patio and be on Chough watch again.

Though none seen.

I sleep until six, and look at the promise of a fine dawn out the back of the house.

A day in which I had to finish the final draft of the audit report to send it out for comments, tackle the nightmare that is the computerised travel expense app.

And try in my small way to be useful to the company.

Indeed, the early clouds cleared, and although it was hazy, more than enough warm sunlight seeped through meaning I could have brews and lunch sitting looking at the birds and insects, tough no butterflies seen.

The last trimmings and mowings of the autumn take place, filling the air with the summer sounds f rotary equipment. But evening, that would be replaced by the whizz bangs of fireworks.

It is that time of the year.

In a surprise move, once work is done at half two, I get the hoe out at try to find the twisty path in the back garden, and clear a very large grassy clump from the drive.

Does it look like I did munch? No, but it is now possible to walk down the garden on the brick path once again. We can do it again in the spring before it all grows like crazy again.

Dinner is courgette fritters with bacon and lots of grated cheese. We've not had these for weeks, so it was a real treat to have them.

Oh no: no football!

What are we going to do?

I have no idea what we did, but it took most of the evening, and so wet to bed just before nine, pooped even though I had done little.

We had no trick or treaters all evening. In truth this is a street for middle aged folks and older, so was to be expected. I can't remember seeing any decorations out of any house either.