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I'm having difficulty catching up with all the great stuff people have written while I've been away...it's going to take me so long that I might just have to (finally) get internet access at home. This might well have implications...The Autoblography may finally get A Design, and I will have the internet as a writing *cough* research *cough* tool. This may also mean that I never write again unless it is for this rather orange publication.

Smell That Grinding Corn

After arriving back from holiday, I couldn't shake the feeling that I was going back to school or university. Even to the point where my subconscious was bubbling up with the thought that I might need new stationery. It's scary how the old yearly timetables stay with you.

Work is good, and I'm creaming through the first few days back with magisterial enthusiasm and application. This post-holiday effect will probably evaporate in a few days, leaving me with that niggly 'You don't really know what you're doing' feeling to work through.

Hues of An Autumnal Slight

I like Autumn. On a months-long timescale that goes beyond the first few minutes of adjustment when you step out of your front door in the morning, it's refreshing for the air to be cold and crisp after a long time of summer. I suppose, in much the same way that lots of people like Winter because of associations of Christmas, a little while after the start of the school and university year, in that first burgeoning month of coolness, I have my birthday, so that might be something to do with it.

Alice also likes Autumn, but her birthday is at the other end of the year entirely. She doesn't like the cold, either.

You know in 'Bridget Jones' Diary' when Bridget's Mum is always trying to get Bridget to 'get her colours done'? Alice has, and, looking at the results from the outside, it would have appeared to have completely changed her wardrobe and the way she dresses. She has a small book with myriad fabric samples of different graded colours with little comments on...'wear when older'...'not to face'...and so on.
Alice has beautiful rich auburn hair.

When we made a laid-back trip into St. Alban's on Saturday afternoon, I was still in a bit of a daze with a messed-up body clock after our nocturnal flight from Andalucia, but Alice seemed to glow with a supernatural energy. She raced around Marks and Spencers, grabbing one thing, comparing another, combining things, checking prices, constantly asking my opinion on everything and, scarily, taking note of what I said. She was only prevented from going further by the fact that we had slept in so late, and the shops were shutting. It dawned on me, slowly, that there were a lot of 'Allie-esque' clothes around.

So now I know why my girlfriend likes Autumn.
It's the only season when she can get her shopping groove on.