Although I've still got at least two travelogue episodes up my sleeve, I wanted to give both you and myself a little breather, treating you to a catch-up of what else has been happening in September.
Admittedly, I am loath to finish what will probably be this year's final travelogue all too soon, wanting to bathe in its golden hued memories as long as I possibly can. In other words, I am procrastinating!
Plus, I cannot leave it too long to record what normal life - forgive the euphemism - has been like ever since we landed with our feet firmly back on the ground. After all, we are already half-way through September which, incidentally, is exactly six months since things got very pear-shaped indeed.
And let's be frank: that's six months of living a half-life, having one's wings clipped, constantly balancing on a tight rope and treading water.
But hey, that's not what you're here for, right? Let's quit moaning and talk about clothes!
Both the skirt and top were unworn items from my travelling capsule wardrobe, so why not give them a whirl instead of putting them straight back into my wardrobe?
The green Crimplene skirt is part of a suit, its companion a short-sleeved jacket, while you might remember the funky, eye-confusing bird-print top as part of a recent charity shop haul. I took my lead from the top's print by adding a black and white plastic woven belt and long necklace. The black-rimmed vintage brooch holds a bouquet of flowers.
Having survived my first day back at work on Monday, which was far less painful than I'd expected, this is what I wore on Tuesday last week.
I'd anticipated the worst case scenario of a garden full of wilted patio pots and hanging baskets upon our return on Sunday before last, but thankfully only a handful of plants appeared to have succumbed to our neglect. I immediately set to work with my watering can, giving even the dead-looking ones a thorough soaking.
Apart from two tiny pots of Busy Lizzies, the plants in the passageway have all survived. This photo was taken through our kitchen window, hence the bothersome reflections.
Pelargoniums or annual Geraniums seem to thrive on neglect, as they have all come through unscathed, with those sharing their homes with less hardy annuals having gained the upper hand.
The Osteospermums haven't stopped flowering yet either, and neither have the fleeting but prolific Nasturtiums.