The clocks are going back this Sunday, the weather keeps being abysmal, the skies are dreary and the days are so dark. Sounds pretty bleak.
Last week was a bit of a trial. Eddie's been off school for several days. It looks like the stomach bug makes rounds, as Sasha's school was closed on Friday due to a mass sickness.
The Cat that walks by himself...
On Monday Eddie's been so unwell, that I didn't take a single picture. He was sick through the night, and we were both exhausted from the lack of sleep.
A bit more cheerful the next day, he spent most of it in bed.
Our favourite "ghost house" in the neighbourhood, with the creepers in autumnal colours.
A window of the jeweller's shop on the way into town, with a shadow of a branch.
On Thursday Sash had his final respite stay of the month. Typically we have a pizza and a movie night with Eddie or go out, but he was still not well enough. He had some plain boring food to settle his stomach, and we watched Avengers: Endgame again.
On Friday Eddie went back to school. He must have being starving after several days of sickness, because he told me later that he had fish and chips, and then had seconds too, bless him.
Mum has picked a couple of roses in the garden and put them in a little vase in the kitchen.
Weather-wise, it's a totally miserable day today, it's been raining non-stop, in torrents. Yesterday I started reading a book, which I received for reviewing - The Iron Chariot by Stein Riverton. It's been voted the greatest Norwegian crime novel of all times. It's marvellously atmospheric.