I made a list. It had ten things on it. Then I went to Oxford and my friend Poppy told me she was going to be in a play and so I added her to it. Then I remembered the very spendy boots I wanted to buy last year and had been dithering over again throughout August, so they made it onto the list too. So now it's 12, not 10. But I think a 'number of gym visits' goal doesn't really count, does it?
No wait, it does. Tuesday twelve is better than Tuesday eleven.
The boots are arriving tomorrow. The kitchen is full of preserves. The Christmas jumper is on the needles. I smell like some kind of apple and pumpkin pie. Autumn, I am in you.
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