Pinch, Punch.

OK, I think I'm back.  Sort of.  Maybe.  Well, I'll try!  Family traumas and Prozac allowing!

Pinch, punch, first of the month and all that.  Where did the summer go?  I've looked through my photos and have tried to pick out all the good memories from the last few months but have been hampered by the fact that my laptop died on me and, isn't it always the way, there were two months worth of photos on there that I didn't back up!!!  Grrrrr!

Wey hey, Mad One's favourite band came to play locally:

Mad One is now to be known as Starfish because she's not quite as mad as she was!

There have been quite a few of these:

and a little bit of this:

(well, I watched and took the photos and swatted wasps with my crochet magazine!)

After many years of trying, I have eventually managed to grow a hollyhock that flowered, even if it was red when it was supposed to be purple!

 And my sunflowers were the best I've ever grown.

We have had birthday season (September); Scary on 3rd, Starfish on 9th (that's what comes from getting drunk at Christmas) and the Runner on 13th. 

Starfish is now 13 and (scarily) Scary is 15.  The tall boyfriend is still hanging on but only just.  One day it's on, the next off.  You know how it is.  There are others lining up, just in case! 

Do you like the new dress?

Marathon Runner is not coping very well with daughter in grown-up mode.  You've only got to wave a thong at him and he's running for cover!  The other day I was moaning about how long she was taking in the shower.  I casually mentioned that there are only so many things you can shave, and he had his fingers in his ears going 'la la la'.

Well, the weather is miserable here today; wind and rain blowing all my beautiful autumn leaves off my trees and plants before I've had chance to photograph them!  I shall be lighting the fire tonight and I think we will be eating our homity pie in front of it.  I lit my first candle last night and I've stocked up on drinking chocolate and suet.  Autumn is here, the year's growing older.

Soon it will be Halloween.  Shall we have a party just for the children or maybe include some adults this year?  Decisions, decisions.

I think Scary has bought what she wants to wear:-