I have just been walking round my garden with my trusty Zimmer frame, getting a little exercise and soaking up the sunshine.
I love these autumn days when the sun is bright and there is even still a little warmth to be had but there is that wonderful sharp tang in the air.
I associate this time of year with fresh beginnings: starting a new school year, starting college, starting my first job, and now, of course, recommencing activities that I had to suspend for the summer.
There are two aspects of this time of year that I don’t like, though.
The first is the drawing in of the days. I hate putting on the lights and drawing the curtains at six o’clock in the evening. Interestingly, some of my friends who can’t see at all feel the same so it isn’t just to do with actually seeing the approaching darkness outside. There must be something more fundamental to do with feeling the days are growing shorter and we are living more enclosed lives. This may take on an even deeper significance now that we are living with coronavirus and the spectre of local lockdowns.
Once the winter has truly arrived, I can start to enjoy being cosy indoors, but right now I am still lamenting the end of summer.
The other thing I don’t like about this time of year is the coming of the cold. I have poor circulation and arthritis so the chilly air really doesn’t agree with me. Some days I can actually feel myself slowing down. More problematic still is having cold hands. Cold fingers lose their sensitivity. I find it more difficult to feel things, and particularly to read braille. It doesn’t help that my office faces north and can be quite chilly, even on otherwise warmish days.
And the truth is, I have a little of Scrooge in me.
We have had some relatively warm Octobers in recent years and I have been able to put off starting the central heating until we were nearly in November. This has become something of a challenge to myself. How long can I hold out?
Meanwhile, I put on my fingerless gloves in the office. Sometimes I find I just have to put the electric fire on but I let the room warm up and then switch it off again. I tell myself to put more layers on. Eventually, of course, the elements will win.
Just between you and me (please keep it a secret!), I have already put the central heating on a couple of times this year. It was just to warm the house for a short while in the mornings and evenings you understand. Not cheating at all…
I probably won’t win the “Can you keep the central heating off until November?” challenge this year. The forecast isn’t great but I’m going to hang on for as long as I can!