Autumn is now in full swing here in London, although my rhododendron is still producing flowers to my astonishment because, for the last 23 years, it’s only flowered once in May and not for long. This late summer, it started flowering again and still is. Curiouser and curiouser, Alice would say.Â
As the leaves are golden, the days wetter and the nights longer, it is
time to sink into some hygge comfort. I like that the days are shorter because it means that I can light my fairy lights and candles for longer. I can also use the warmer, comfy throws which is something I love doing. I buy throws with the same excitement as other women buy shoes!Â
Last Sunday, I was so exhausted by the grief of losing both my parents, the horrible state of the world and the usual fatigue of one’s daily life, that I decided to have a pyjama day. It was wonderful and
so restorative. I made lots of tea cups, switching to decaf after a few, had candles and fairy lights  on all day, was wrapped up in my pink, soft throw and just rested by doing next to nothing, at least nothing productive. The day felt long and luxurious and I did feel rested even though I had not slept enough. For the first time in a while, I felt safe in this warm cocoon. So much so that I decided to take the two last Sundays of November as pyjama days.Â
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