No I’m not, I’m typing! in The odd entries from life …….

October is here along with cold nights and ever thing dripping wet in the morning, moving my car out of the way before the workmen arrive was a nightmare; as soon as I cleared the windscreen it was fogging up again! Autumn days should start about eleven am, a descent time to begin the day when the air is nearer dry, and there is light enough then to enjoy the colours of the season ……

Some thing I’ve noticed since we’re been down here is the sound of autumn, a sound that is washed away in the noise of town and city life, here there is a constant sound of falling leafs through the braches. One sound I did hear when we were living in Stockport was snow, it was in 1983 when we had one the worse winters I’ve know. I was walking our first dog Misty, we were out about ten in the night and after we had been out a half hour, and it began to snow heavy with large flakes drifting down through the street lights.

There was no one else about, and no car ether. The clouds were low and I couldn’t see far through the snow, I stopped to watch the snow falling on snow, and as I stood still I could hear a faint sound, it was the only sound – of flakes settling on flakes, I told Dad about what I had heard; he could remember hearing the snow when he was living in rural Derbyshire. That must have been in the early 1930’s, a time of few cars and a area of deep snow!

The workmen are here now, the activity just now is driving a mini tracked digger up the steps, for the last ten minuets it has been reluctant to take the top step; there is a telephone meeting taking place now – ‘how to get it over the last step’ My Sister’s grandson should be here, we could set him on the worktop by the window; and he would stand to the worktop and hop up and down with excitement – but Sweetheart who is here, can’t watch!

Last updated October 01, 2014