The rain, heavy and thundering. Gelato on the streets of Camden Town. A blustery weekend with a full house at the Crescent. Our cosy flat, new rug in pride of place. Autumn on the wind. A Sunday supper of soy salmon and greens. My current read, started in a bookshop one lunch, bought by my Matt for me after I rhapsodised about its merits (oh, sweet boy who buys me books – you’re more than I ever dreamed.) Saturday’s picnic in the secret garden. Showing off the city to our favourite Americans. Japanese anemones, everywhere, all of a sudden. The patience of friends. Our ripening tomatoes. Campanula in the window box. The impending three-day weekend, and an escape to the country. Blackberries and rhubarb, freshly picked, stirred into yoghurt. Slow-cooked granola. The Columbia Road flower market, vendors hurling slang. Bike rides and swim dates. Change, just around the bend.