Well, it has been a proper grey old day today........it really has felt like Winter is advancing...what with the grey days, the evenings drawing in and the mornings being darker.

We walk through Mercer Park to Take Miss Bossy drawers to pre-school...the squirrels are rampant and eating as many of the horse chestnuts as they can...dropping any bits they don't fancy onto the grass...so watch your head if you go that way, as some of the bits aren't so little.

Some of the leaves are already off the trees.......and the air smells of leaves.....i can't explain what I mean by that, except it is a very rustic Autumn smell.

A lot of the shops have the Hallowe'en merchandise, and (groan)....... there are even...

Margaret Pilkington

Today I have been on the bus to Blackburn.
I didn't go for anything in particular...just a mooch round the shops.
Blackburn shopping centre is getting dire, but not quite as dire as Accrington.

I went out and stood in Blackburn Road waiting for the bus to arrive.
I had been there only a few minutes when a young fellow came to the bus stop......all the way down the road I could see him talking...and gesticulating.
I really didn't think anything of it at the time...well, I thought perhaps he was talking on his mobile phone...with one of those 'blue-tooth' things......I couldn't see his ears as he had his hood up (well, it was raining).
As he drew closer, it was obvious that he wasn't using a mobile...

Margaret Pilkington

I was just waking up. It was a little before seven am......how much before seven, I can't tell you. Without my glasses, the numbers on the alarm clock are just a green blurry light.
I felt Pasha land on the bed......been out all night, she had. Now she was looking for somewhere to warm her bones, and I was the lucky one.
She tunnelled under the duvet.......ugh, not only was she cold she was wet as well......trying to dry herself on me and purring fit to burst.
I lifted my head to look at the faint cracks of light that were coming in under the blind......hmmm, not much light at all...decidedly grey.
I really wanted to turn over and go back to sleep....couldn't do that......was going over the road to help daughter take...

Margaret Pilkington

Last week I took out the dyson from under the stairs......planning to get Gizmo hairs off the best bit of Brussles(does anyone know why they call carpet that?).

I uncurled the cable and plugged the beast in.......I dragged it across the carpet in front of the fireplace and was horrified to find that it was leaving a wide black trail.......I wasn't taking muck off the carpet.......I was putting it ON. Not my original intention I can assure you.
I got down on my hands and knees to inspect the mucky trail. I turned the Dyson onto its back and checked the brushes.
They were full of Black Gunk....greasy black gunk at that.

Now, how had that got there?
I certainly hadn't vacuumed up anything vaguely suspicious.......I...

Margaret Pilkington

After reading some of the back copies of the blog...my goodness you must've been bored!

Having said that I re-read my back copies......and I know what happened, but they still make me laugh sometimes and make me cry other times(must be getting soft in my old age).

Jen was asking what happened to my short story.....well, nothing.....I sent it off and never heard another peep.
There was only one prize and I didn't win it........so I guess my writing wasn't so crash hot after all.

I have let one or two folk read it(well, I know I posted it on here too) and the few who read it told me that they had enjoyed it...well, they would say that wouldn't they?
They aren't going to say 'Margaret, that...

Margaret Pilkington