Indian Summer

Not.

I thought the idea of an Indian Summer was sunshine, not a monsoon. From linen trousers and flip flops yesterday, to jeans, a jumper and a scarf today.

So, despite a dramatic turn in the weather; from a proper Mediterranean September yesterday, to a Northumbrian November today;  I hit the garden centre (having been texted a money off voucher - seemed rude not to) and now lettuce, chard, spinach (stubbornly won't germinate for me) and kale are snuggled up in the newly renovated garden. I think I somehow blanked out from yesterday's blip that I dug over the beds and murdered with extreme prejudice a load of fat grubs. One of them a bit too violently as its innards shot up my arm. Yuk.

So the rest of the day was gardening, including watering in the rain.

Also, I finally sorted all of the school run stuff for the year.... and CarbBoy has come home with a revised timetable. He is distinctly unimpressed with my suggestion that he stay at school and do his homework until the pre-arranged time.