Feels almost Autumn...

Do you ever have a week in which you struggle to know what day it is? Well this week I’ve struggled to know what decade it is. Seriously, I’ve been doubting my own sanity and wondering whether I’ve been abducted by aliens and subjected to some horrid experimentation that has left me mentally altered and eternally baffled.

The change in weather hasn’t helped. Yesterday was TWENTY DEGREES cooler than it was two days before. What the Hell kind of country has a climate that can plummet that far that quickly? No wonder I’ve felt as lost as a Muslim polar bear in a Sahara desert church. In a strange way, though, part of me is delighted that it’s gone back to typical British weather. We’re so not used to basking in the high 20s Celsius for weeks at a time, I think it confuses us and messes with our melons, man. Now it’s back to shitty August drizzle and cool winds I feel more at home and all settled again. So it’s an evening of clear-the-head-drumming and losing-myself-in-lager and then sitting down for a late film. I’ve been watching Mark Kermode’s excellent ‘Secrets of Cinema’ series and the latest episode reminded me of that old sci-fi classic ‘Silent Running’. Haven’t seen that since I was about 15 so I’m going to find it and watch it and see if it’s as impressive as I remember it to be.

Then it’ll be some sleeping (possible again now the temperature’s dropped) followed by whatever chores and random-parent-preparation Philippa has dreamt up for the weekend. 

RC 10-8-18