Photography by Camilla Akrans
This week in London it has rained relentlessly. Either constant drizzle or absolutely chucking it down. It sounded like someone was running a bath outside my window for most of yesterday.
I know the picture above is a spring picture, I just think it's really beautiful. Now I'll have to accept that all my hopes of a late Indian summer have gone. A couple of weeks ago I was sitting on my little terrace outside my back door having my breakfast in the sun, now Autumn is well and truly here.
My upstairs neighbour Chloe is having the windows painted (and whatever the bit under the roof's called - don't ask me). A load of men turned up at 8am yesterday to put scaffolding around our entire house. It's right across my front and back windows. Thankfully they've alarmed it as the burglars round here will be in like a shot. I now have another set of alarm controls to contend with.
I bumped into Chloe's boyfriend Barry in the corner shop late last night. We were chatting and I said I wondered if the alarm actually worked. He dared me to climb up the scaffolding and see. Of course I did. I was wearing Ugg boots and my pyjamas with a long cashmere coat over the top. The alarm didn't go off... until I stood on the planks then the whole thing went mental, flashing lights and all sorts! It was SO loud. I had to jump down about eight feet into the front garden. There's me trying to look athletic, styling it out like I knew what I was doing. I'm lucky I didn't fall flat on my face! I ran inside to turn the alarm off but I was laughing so much I kept putting the wrong code in. In the meantime my house alarm started going off and the bloody things were deafening! Barry thought this was hilarious and we were killing ourselves laughing at the racket going on. Of course no one in the street took a blind bit of notice.
I shall miss eating outside and the warm evenings
This is London Fields the park at the end of my street. There's a pub right in the middle of it. Not that I go there very often you understand. I don't think their Bloody Mary's are up to much. I might have to go and show them how it's done. The other pub round the corner makes a brilliant one.
Photography by Clive Arrowsmith
This picture has absolutely nothing to do with what I'm talking about, but I thought it went quite well with the others. Well, it has leaves in it and it's a fabulous picture of Kate. I grew up with her music which I love.
I'm a winter baby and I really like the winter. My favourite time of year is Christmas which I've started to think about already. I love it SO much. I'm going to have to keep a lid on myself this year as I won't have so much to spend... that should be interesting! All you Christmas haters will be cursing me for mentioning it already!
I think I'll have to do my next wardrobe post on coats. Thankfully it's stopped raining or I'd have to do it on waterproofs, not that I have any of course! Can you imagine? There's nothing more unflattering than a cagoule. I'm not even sure how to spell it! Let alone be seen dead in one!
Actually I tell a lie, I saw one on Vix's blog yesterday which was by far the nicest one I've ever seen, Vix had made it for herself to wear to festivals. I'd call it more of a matching hat and cape than a cagoule. I can't even bear the word cagoule! I remember those hideous ones that zipped up into a little bag that everyone had in the Seventies. I'd rather get wet than put one of those on! I had a bright red one and I looked like Red Riding Hood gone wrong. A tall, skinny, lanky kid in a cagoule is not a good look. My friend Jo lent me a hooded anorak, like a kids style one when I went to Latitude. It was actually quite sweet, although I looked about twelve in it with the hood up. Oh well, at least I didn't have to wear a cagoule!