Saturday, October 26
Tonight the clocks go back. We all had a debate about it this morning, trying to remember which way round it was until Anna said, “Fall back, Spring forward”, which settled it. But what it didn’t settle is whether we need bother. We are guided more by the daylight than clocks now, but Martin, who has always been a stickler for routine, says he will change all our clocks anyway, the windup ones that is, so we are in step with the rest of the country when the power returns.
I can’t see what difference it makes as we are woken by the light, not by alarm clocks now as none of us needs to be up early for work, deliveries or appointments. We used to be woken by the paper boy and the milkman, but that seems so long ago now.
But I do like to be the first up to coax the fires and set the water to boil. I still like my morning tea, though I am having to get used to drinking it without milk. We still have some longlife milk, but I want to save it for more important things than tea.
Today was very mild for the time of year and the wind was getting stronger. All the conkers have fallen now and Martin has collected them to throw on the fire when they are dry. It’s a boy thing, I suppose, enjoying the explosions they make as they burst. The wind is stripping the leaves from the trees and normally I would want to clear them from the lawns, but it’s too big a task without a petrol powered mower, so I’m only concerned with keeping the paths near the house clear, so we don’t slip and fall.
Joe left us today and we wished him well on the journey. We will have no way of knowing if he arrives safely, so could only send him with our prayers and thanks, along with a little bacon and hard-boiled eggs to eat on the way.
Four eggs today.