It’s not the crunchy leaves, roaring fire or annual collection of conkers that signals the true return of autumn round here. We like kicking through the leaves, hunting for chestnuts and we’re really enjoying the fire, but somehow they’re not enough for autumn. We need warmth and cosiness and pyjamas.
Soon, the time will be right.
Names have been announced. Rehersals have started. There’s an initial display this weekend …
Strictly Come Dancing time!
Bonding over a tv programme. One filled with ‘fascinating personalities’- or those in need of a career boost: a huge boxer, singers, actors, presenters from various broadcasting companies, the ex partner of the ex manager of the England football team, people I’ve never heard of. I normally hate this sort of stuff, but Strictly has an old fashioned charm that works for me. The participants work hard, learn new skills and genuinely perform. The judges perform just as much.
We have clipboards and marking sheets. My imagination is having fun with the thought of Nancy and Edwina. Robbie apparently has ‘snake hips’. Poor Jason hasn’t much hair anymore and looks like he misses it. Lulu and the wee drummer guy should do well. It’s going to be such fun.
I can’t dance, but the little folk keep trying to teach me. They laugh at my attempts at wii dancing. They wave score paddles with a generous 4 on them. They try hard to be supportive. Spurs Fan rolls his eyes.
Autumn family viewing, yay. The family gathered together, sharing the experience, the music, the fun. Making memories.
And it means I get to sleep through the X Factor watching the next morning. Double yay.
There is a method to my madness.