Whoosh!

What a difference four days makes.

On 2nd September, our youngest was complaining of the heat, and so was the dog - in his own way.
I got out two paddling pools and our daughter played outside in just a pair of knickers.

Today we woke up to a dark sky, a lawn covered with leaves, broken sunflowers, and ripped off rose heads. I wore my winter coat to take the dog for a walk.

Today was also the first day that all three children were back in their respective places of education.

Summer might be over... But then again it might not! It is Britain, and it is September. Who knows what might happen next? That's half the fun. And what on earth would we all talk about if the weather suddenly became predictable?