My Dad was born on October 1st. My grandmother died on October 1st and today one of my young cousins became a grandfather for the first time. Another baby girl to welcome into the world on an auspicious day. Inevitably feeling contemplative today and, just having returned from a most enjoyable holiday, home does not seem to be the place I want to be in. A day to consider positives I think. The hens seem to be thriving and, to my chagrin, not to have missed me; the weather is glorious - far too warm to be outside: An American in Paris is the afternoon film on TV; there is a new baby in the family and doesn't celeriac look like something out of Doctor Who?
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