I have eaten tarragon chicken for supper. I am stuffed. I haven't felt hungry since Tuesday. This, I feel, is not a good thing.
I have bought way too much fruit and salad. Clearly when the kitchen is full of cheese, lemon posset and chocolate biscuit cake very little fruit and veg is going to be eaten.
The bathroom feels very odd. No bottles of nail polish, hair thingummies, wet towels or toothpaste smears. No need to wipe the loo everyday, no mushy soap. It is dry, airy and sweet smelling.
There is no laundry to do. Or ironing. Or hoovering.
It is lovely to be able to do a jigsaw for as long as one wants without having to stop to feed people.
A break from crinolines is indicated so I shall watch Rear Window which is a masterpiece, followed by Match of the Day. Yes really, I love MOTD.
Despite the warmth there is a breath of autumn in the air.