I think yesterday was probably the best day of the summer, and most likely the only day of sunshine for the rest of the year, judging by the rain and thunder outside as I write this post. It’s been a rotten summer holiday for the small people and they’re back at school on Thursday, so it’s pretty much over as well. So we sat outside and had a barbecue and I drank wine and got squiffy on half a glass because I hardly drink any more and am officially a lightweight.

Time seems to pass so quickly these days. I don’t remember exactly when, but I think when I was in my early teens I noticed that the years were starting to go quicker and now it’s just ridiculous. I’m wondering if this feeling of time passing faster is encouraged but certain retailers, though. I mean, the joke about it being December because Woolworth’s have Easter eggs isn’t really a joke now, for one. But I went to buy a birthday card on Thursday and two whole walls of the card shop were taken up with Christmas cards. I may have *talked* about starting my festive knitting, but I’ve not made them, bought the giftwrap and stuck them under the tree! And does anyone really want to have the entire festive season organised before October, anyway?

It’s horrible, and I’m not going to give in to the pressure. I declare that this blog will not even mention that event on 25th December until after Guy Fawkes Night (5th November). So there! *puts foot down*