Autumn is a busy time for our family. We have Arlo’s birthday, half term, Bonfire Night, Halloween, the clock change, all within two weeks of each other.
It’s Saturday morning.
He’s packing to go away for the week and I’m trying (and failing) to ignore the sinking feeling that is slowly creeping up on me.
There’s a noticeable chill in the air after the sun goes down.
For the first time in several months, the kitchen lights need to go on whilst we are cooking dinner.