I am back in England now, I have been spending a great deal of time unpacking boxes. In addition to the great fun of a flat full of boxes to unpack, I returned to a few interesting additional adventures; a dead boiler on arrival that required a serviceman’s visit, thus delaying my chance to have a warm shower directly after the transatlantic flight by many hours. A front door key that seems to be harder to turn than it was before I left and makes me fear getting locked out. (I’m now carrying both sets of flat keys around just in case, making it look as though I was a janitor.) An overnight work trip to Nottingham right at the point at which I would have given just about anything I own in order to not have to be away from “home” for yet another night.
There is a chill in the air, which caused me to spontaneously purchase butternut squash yesterday even though I had no firm plans of what to do with it. I’m thinking it might be a squash soup kind of day today. It definitely feels like a squash soup kind of day. Night is coming earlier. I have the windows all closed and I’m wearing a sweatshirt. And socks. I practically did not wear socks all summer. I do miss the fall colors of America, though. My living room is done up with a decor centered on red maple leaves. Well, when it is fully unpacked and decorated, that is. Which I should be doing now, instead of procrastinating writing a blog entry with very little content. Or maybe making soup. That would be far more fun than unpacking more boxes.