The clocks go back this evening and the nights will be getting dark very early and, though I dislike the winter, there is something rather warm and comforting about snuggling down indoors with the curtains drawn and a good book. I have mentioned earlier that I always want to read Dickens in the winter, never the summer, and I also find that I like reading crime novels as well at this time of the year. They have to be a certain type, not too blood and guts, but 'cosy' which is a word used to describe some detective novels and which sounds totally contradictory, but there you go.
Have discovered the perfect series which fits this description beautifully and I have just read two and will review tomorrow, but in the meantime I leave you with a photograph taken locally last week - just look at those leaves. The countryside is looking quite wonderful at the moment.
So, nice chicken casserole in the oven, curtains will be drawn soon and then settle down to watch Strictly Come Dancing. Last week we had the usual dramatic boring walk out by Brendon and Bruce Forsyth losing his temper with one of the judges and telling him off for making personal remarks (this from a man who had just done exactly that about one of the other couples as they were about to dance, and the previous week had made a very dubious joke about another celebrity) and all hell was let loose. Should be fun - I do have the mute button handy however, which I use extensively, usually when Brucie is telling his appalling ageist, sexist and any other -ist jokes, and also when Alesha Dixon, the new judge, stuns us with her penetrating insight (You was wicked and You was fierce being but two examples) and her laugh which would shatter glass. And anybody who knows me and my cackle, yes I know, pot and kettle but I am not inflicting it on millions of viewers each week, nor getting paid £100,000 to do so.....
