Pretty in pink

The third day of being enveloped in damp humid mist - the kind that makes your hair frizz the moment you poke your head outside; the kind that hangs wet and heavy, head ache inducing; the kind where the mountain and the Mizen disappear from view. So no walk. Instead I have done various useful things - started to sort out a winter order for the cards, possibly thinking about boxed sets; and cleaned the sittingroom - winter covers put on the sofas and I even hoovered under them. Rather intriguingly we found a dead rat in the pot that houses the little fig tree in the conservatory. How it got there I'm not sure, for the top of the pot is at least two and a half feet from the ground. Ada cat knew all about it though.

We needed to get out - Himself was dying to play with his new purchase, a very smart Fuji XM1 which he treated himself to, having just been paid for a tough job. It looks very interesting!! Wonder if I'll be allowed to have a play. Not much could be seen though and we just got wet. Thank goodness for a bit of pink bouncing against all that grey.

The film last night, Populaire, was a great way to start off the new season - fun, undemanding, very chic and good to look at - a rather unbelievable story about a French country girl who goes on to become the fastest typist in the world, and marries her boss of course. Better than it sounds.