|Date: 7th October, 2021|
Time: 1620 - 1710
It’s getting to the time of year when the mornings are a little damp and Misty, but they smell so delicious, all musty and early. I just want to sniff every little odour in and devour it. There’s the small issue of burrs sticking to my legs-and other ‘nameless’ regions and in between my toes. They’re frightful buggers, to be honest and hurt like mad when Sarah picks them off for me. According to her, they’re like ripping off sticking planters, whatever they might be. If they are like the burrs, then I’d rather not know!