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What a shock, the sun is not shinning and there is this wet stuff coming out of the sky. It really has changed since we have been away from summer to early winter. It feels, as this transition has been overnight rather than a gradual evolution that we would have experienced if we had been here all the time.

Still the poor weather was an incentive to get on with the post-holiday clearing-up. In packing was completed by mid-morning. I always find it surprising that you discover things that you cannot remember buying, usually in a mad moment thinking it would taste good, come-in useful etc. There was noting dramatic in this years, although odd bottles of wine kept appearing. One thing is certain, it will be drunk.

At the moment there is a sense of panic, of the number of things that need to be done over the next week or so. The folly of placing a quite a few things in the diary now becomes apparent. Still feeling relaxed; it should be easy to get everything done. After all much of it is for pleasure.