It's September 10th, and already Asda in York has an entire aisle devoted to Christmas goodies!  I'm all for celebrating Christ's birth, but could we at least try to wait until, say, December or mid-November before we deck the halls this year?  I still have to get through Halloween, Bonfire Night and Thanksgiving...  *sigh*

Maybe I'm just in a grumpy mood today.  Desperate for my early morning hit of coffee, I turned the cold water tap in the kitchen, only for it to break in my hand.  An "entry-level" new faucet from B&Q has set me back 72 notes, and as I don't have the tools or skills to fit the damn thing, I guess I'll be spending at least as much again getting a plumber in to do the job.

Oh, and it's been dark all day, but now it's pitch black out there, at 20:15.  The nights really draw in quickly come September.  I Smell Winter.

And if my neighbours in the flat above don't reduce the volume of their "sounds wholly or predominantly characterised by the emission of a succession of repetitive beats" soon, I'm likely to do something I'll regret.  Um, or maybe just email the council!

Basically I think we need a new home, in a house of our own.  Perhaps in a country with a better climate!

I was really hoping for a nice sunny Saturday, spent in front of the cricket.  But don't get me started on that...