You might be forgiven for thinking that the autumn has arrived early. It's been a shivery kind of a week, with lots of rain and blustery wind. Just yesterday, when Eddie and I were sitting on the sofa, watching TV, the wind was howling like a demented ghost. It was an eerie sound, not something you'd expect in August.
My husband, on the other hand, has been melting in the Italian heat. He's away for a week, and to say I'm struggling on my own with the guys is an understatement.
Eddie and I have been watching a lot of Marvel films in the last couple of weeks. I bought full sets of Thor and Iron-Man DVDs, and we've spent hours, biting our fingernails and rooting for the good guys.
Well, to be honest, it's the bad guy Loki who I find the most attractive. He also gets the best jokes.
There are not that many flowers in the garden at the moment. The phlox bloom is almost over, the echinacea is still holding, but probably not for much longer. And there are a few late roses.
Eddie's been watching How to draw videos on YouTube and also doing step-by-step drawings from How to draw magazines. This is one of the drawings he did this week.
A few days ago I finished reading An Unwanted Guest by Shari Lapena. It's the kind of psychological thrillers which I enjoy, with the setting following the classic Agatha Christie's books, where a group of strangers is stranded in a remote lodge on a getaway weekend. The snowstorm cuts them off from the rest of the world, and the guests are being killed off, one by one.
The wind (or birds' poo) bring all sorts of seeds in the garden, which then grow into weeds or pretty flowers. This chamomile is one of self-seeded, but I really like it.
On Thursday Sasha had another of his respite overnight stays. He was keen to go, and we also were looking forward to having a little break. He has not been sleeping well in the last week, and I'm a part-zombie too for being woken around 5am for several mornings in a row.
That evening I took Eddie and his friend out for an early dinner at Frankie and Benny's. We haven't been there in a while, and for a good reason, I think, as the food is very mediocre, but it was Eddie's choice.
We ordered a pizza for him from the children's menu, with ham and pineapple. When they brought it, I was surprised at the size of the supposedly Big eaters and the lack of any ham.
The staff were difficult to get hold of, we were waving and waving trying to alert their attention, but in the end my hungry child ate his pizza. Don't think we'll be going back to F&Bs any time soon.
On Friday we had a visitor, and I took out a box of frozen custard tarts from the freezer. They are made in France, following the Portuguese recipe. They are not too sweet, but very runny.
One more book, which I've enjoyed recently is The Newcomer by Fern Britton. I took three books with me on our holiday to Cornwall, but didn't have a chance to actually read it, so brought it back with me to read at home. It's set in Cornwall, in a fictional village of Pendruggan. The eponymous newcomer is the vicar Angela Whitehorn, who comes to the Cornish village, while the resident vicar goes to Brazil as a missionary for a year. The welcome she receives is rather divided.
It's an entertaining, easy read, emotional at times, but not too deep.
(The Cornishman is not the latest copy, as I bought it on holidays and kept it as a photo prop for reviews of books set in Cornwall).