November is here! My birthday month - and the boy's too. I’m always determined to enjoy the eleventh month without the taint of the celebration that looms in the twelfth. It’s hard to avoid, but I will try.

It was a stormy night and the wind kept up for a good part of the morning. I always find Monday to be a bit of a lost day. Cleaning and putting the house back to rights after the weekend, (as if we had raucous parties every night), laundry, sorting dinner and laying the fire. Then into town to pick the boy up and take him to the gym. I usually catch up with some shopping, or just wait in the car and knit on my car scarf and listen to the radio for the hour he's in.

Today I went back to the coop and found empty shelves again! No fruit or veg and not a drop of milk to be had. I complained and was assured the ferry was coming in at 4. Not much use today, but hopefully there will be something left tomorrow.

Came home - driving into a pink and grey sky. It was dark by the time we got home.

Nice dinner - black bean chilli, then TV and knitting by the fire.

Not so tired this Monday. I think we've benefitted from the extra hour.