I find myself glad that I’m not going to stay in Washington DC this week, but horrified that the US still can’t get gun control sorted out. Yes, I know that horrific things happen in the UK too, some of them involving guns but not as many in as in the US, seems to me that this is one thing that both parties over there should agree on  and work to change.

I also realised yesterday when talking about references on CV’s, that Tina is on mine as a referee. I’m not planning on changing my job anytime soon but it made me sad that’s she’s gone.

It could be something to do with the change in the weather and growing darkness but I’m tired. I’m not alone everyone in the office is tired, yesterday it felt like all we did was yawn and try to stay awake.

I’m feeling amazed that despite being tired and grumpy and wanting to eat all the things but especially the cake that our head of department brought to work yesterday, I didn’t. Self control, there’s a first time for everything.

I did eat a Victoria plum though and it was heaven. Seasonal eating at it’s best.

I’ve been waking up around 3.30am and can’t get back to sleep, but when my alarm goes off at 5.45am, I feel sleep and drift off for half an hour or so. Maybe I should just set my alarm for 3.30am and see if that helps me get back to sleep.

I have a new role as a dealer of entertainment. Ma is working her way through The Wire and Jo through the works of Georgette Heyer, all borrowed from me. The godchildren already use my bookshelves as a library. Maybe I should start charging?

Speaking of which if anybody has any spare money and would like to buy me something, membership of the London Library would be ace and at £38.37 a month, a bargain. Oh, for some money.

This week it’s roughly 4 degrees celsius colder than average temperatures, I’ve had the heating on for about half an hour so I could drain the radiators but I’m really trying to hold out until October because heating is very expensive.

Next weekend, Ma and I are going to babysit Oli (or the demon nephew as I have taken to calling him). I haven’t seen him since July so it should be fun. I am trying really hard not to expect the worst but Oli and I don’t have good days. I love him but he really isn’t very keen on his ‘bossy’ (his words!) aunt and I think holds me responsible for is parents going out without him. Grandma he’s fine with! I’m beginning to think that I liked him better when he couldn’t talk!

What about you guys? Anything you’d like to share?