Autumn loveliness
I like Autumn.
Not so much the pouring rain, or the gales, but the days when high pressure is in residence over the country. Bright sunshine, clear blue skies and a slight bone-chilling breeze. I’m sure if I was unsteady on my feet I’d be a little afraid of going out after a night where the stars were visible, at least they were in the country. The skies above the cities don’t glow orange quite as much on cloudless nights, which makes a nice change.
I like the fact that wearing more clothes is the preferred option. And it’s all the really nice clothes too: gorgeous fabrics in usually deep, rich colours. Until someone decides that this autumn/winter season everyone should wear something hideously pink and see-through. But as I’m not a slave to fashion, I won’t worry. Simply laugh at the fools freezing to death.
It’s not all great however.
I don’t like having all the moisture drawn out of my skin by central heating.
I don’t appreciate that the heaters in shops have to be turned up to full blast – I don’t hang about if I have to go out to do my shopping, consequently I am able to sustain a comfortable body temperature even on the chilliest of days. Except inside the shops. More bodies, extra layers, bags to lug about, the frantic pace added to the heaters turned up to eleven all contribute to the sauna effect, without the nakedness.
I also have to try to block out the dual horror that is forthcoming: Christmas and a birthday. Luckily I have two separate days to be depressed and get drunk on, thanks to the doctors not wanting their Christmas day ruined by my expected arrival.
