Early this morning autumn announced itself with a distinct chill, a violet sky, a single bolt of lightning and a downpour.
In view of this, I oiled the greenhouse door, the garage door, the conservatory door and the porch door. Then the garage. Some items finally pensioned off to the rubbish; some tidied up; some items I swear I’ve never seen before and never purchased; tangles of cobwebs stuck to the broom; dead leaves swept out of corners; dust from the decaying concrete floor rising; spiders rushing hither and yon and dropping from the ceiling. The atmosphere intensified: incipient hysteria and WD40.