the fight

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Autumn and Winter are having a fight. Well, it's more of a scuffle really. I think that Winter is winning, although the young lady in the sports shorts walking along beside the bus must think otherwise. The ground is littered with Autumn's leaves. After the heavy rainfall of the last day or two they are sludgy and not fun for jumping in; they lack that crisp Autumn crunch. The trees wave their nearly bare branches in a light Autumnal breeze. But Winter has added a chill to the light breeze and sent skies which seem full of snow-laden clouds. It will not snow. It never snows anymore. Yet it feels as though it will snow. The very air has that feel to it. There was an attempt at rain earlier whilst we were tottering around town with the Grumbling Lady {or Nanna, as she is better known, and she's not a Lady at all}. It was icy cold and verging on sleet. I think I am going to have to relent and allow the heating to go on tonight. It is Husband's birthday, so it seems fair that he should be cosy comfortable. We went to pretend London today. We visited the pretend chimpanzees in the pretend zoo and had a pretend tea-party with them which ended in a pretend food fight. There was pretend chocolate cake everywhere! We also went to the pretend chocolate factory twice, where we sampled divinely yummy pretend chocolates and went to a pretend animal show. But then Nanna spoilt it by treading all over the parrots. You trod on my show!! declared Toddler Niece, incredulously. Grumpy Pants just huffled and puffled and wheezed herself back into the kitchen. Imagination is a wonderful thing, until you realise that you spent a good hour or so washing you hair, having a bath, cleaning your teeth and eating your breakfast, multiplied by ten hundred thousand. It's now the weekend! And I have Krispy Kreme Doughnuts instead of a birthday cake! And, they're not even pretend!