It suddenly feels like winter to me. And tomorrow there had been a plan to do my first car boot sale. I have lots of stuff, from past lives and this, that I could do with shifting. A car boot sale seemed like the perfect solution.
Then I realised it meant a 6am start. And getting everything ready. And standing up all day. In the cold. With no winter clothes that fit me anymore. And suddenly it didn’t seem like such a fabulous idea.
It may need to wait to the spring.
So I get to enjoy a lie-in and make the most of the clocks going back. And maybe some brunch somewhere. And get on with other bits that need doing, like changing my name, packing a bag for the hospital (apparently I should be doing this already – seems a bit premature to me…), and working out where to put all the junk I’d been planning to get rid of at the sale.