Joan over at Flowers and Stripes does a lovely summary of her month each time, and it is something that I enjoy reading and have thought that I would like to do. How easy it is when you don't keep a diary to let things slip away from you.
The month of September began finding out that the Great North Swim was cancelled and entering a 3.8km swim.
We had a lovely week in the Lake District, following in the footsteps of Arthur Ransome, walking, swimming and playing with a log fire in our cottage.
Made Ken a gold leaf decorated birthday cake.
Ate out at Loch Fyne for the first time.
Returned to work, tried to catch up after having had 2.5 weeks off, but then had another long weekend and a visit to Cornwall.
Watched the sun set over the sea from our hotel room and ate skate for the first time.
Thought about stopping blogging but ended up starting blogging again.
Started to make plans for the Autumn and for Christmas - booked tickets to see ballets.
Back to work properly, getting things ready for the start of term and reopening my reading room closed for building works.
Miles and miles of swimming before work.
Planning frugality until the end of the year to save for wedding - started drinking instant coffee in the week, not pleasant.
A housewarming party in the Cotswolds.
3.8km swim in 15C water which took 1 hour and 25 minutes and enabled me to raise over £1250 for Mind - still hoping to get to £1500.
Followed by the worst cold that I ever had - a whole day in bed, listening to 3 Enid Blyton audiobooks, and discovering that I can download audiobooks directly onto my ipod touch.
Starting an introductory certificate in management and enjoying doing some studying again (and having a bit of time out of the office)
Reading my first Wilkie Collins (The dead secret) and the new Shopaholic book (both excellent).
In October I'm looking forward to...
No buying books and more instant coffee than trips to Pret. In theory. And a glow of saving some money.
A singing day with John Rutter.
Visiting my Dad in his new house.
A busy few weeks at work.
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