Oh! The creeping despair of losing an hour of daylight. Losing the will to wear shorts. Watching my garden wither and die. The season of decay has arrived.

October is almost here, and it’s time to let go of summer. I’ve been combating my Autumn Blues with thermal bibs, and soon, mitts. “How do you shift with mitts?” asked Alexa.

I can feel the paddle through a centimetre of insulation.

I’m treating myself to some aromatherapy with my latest scented candle purchase and draping my body in my technicolour dream-robe. I even bought a sweater for when I’m not ensconced in my robe. My bi-monthly (eh, more like tri-monthly) bouquet purchases are still happening.

It didn’t look that big in the store. What the fancy rich lady shit is this, right?

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