The grim weather. The colds. It’s official when the trees decide to go brown. I guess autumn’s here early. My parents and me took The Child to York today, just for a change of scenery, and the opportunity to take The Child on the city walls now that she’s developed a fondness for old ruins. Of course, there isn’t lots of green or ruins that she run and climb on, but still. Anyhow, what should we see on the way there, and while we were there other than loads of trees with brown leaves. They might not be falling yet, but it’s still August and they’re going brown. Now I could be wrong, but I’m not sure it is normal for the change to occur before the kids go back to school. Technically it is still summer in Britain right? Hmm.
One thing I think I’m slightly keen to try out this year is the theory that spiders don’t like conkers. I need to amass a huge supply of conkers and deposit them in my bedroom. I really don’t want anymore nasty bedtime spider related surprises. They do not make for a good night’s sleep. And we are at that time of year if the huge spider in the drain in my front yard the other day was anything to go by. Shudder.
Anyway, it was a successful trip to York as it happens for I managed to get The Child fitted for a pair of school shoes. I might not be a huge fan of the bows on the front of them, but they (in theory) fit her well. She only has one week to break them in though, so she’ll be wearing them shopping with me tomorrow I think. At least she liked them.
And it is also that time of year when I begin to ponder if I should try and do anything for my birthday. I’ve not really done anything since my twenty-first I don’t think. Not really anyway. Hmm. Perhaps the do I attended in July has given me dangerous ideas. I probably won’t bother anyway. I always end up leaving it too late. Oh well.
Just one more week of the summer holidays to go. I’m not entirely sure what I’m going to do with The Child for the rest of it, but I’ll try and find us something. She is still looking forward to starting school though, so that’s something.
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