as in 'the nights are drawing in' - one of my mother's favourite expressions.
At a quarter past one this afternoon the watery sun went behind a cloud and it looked as though it was about to get dark. It didn't of course, but suddenly we are in the dark days and there will be nothing but short days until a few weeks after Christmas.
They were putting up the Christmas lights in our little town this morning as we sat in the window of our cafe drinking our morning coffee. Perhaps it is as well - all the glow and twinkle of the market square festooned with fairy lights, plus the Christmas-dressed shop windows, will add a degree of light to what otherwise would be a gloomy week or two.
My visitors have gone, my cleaner has been this morning, I have done the washing and ironing for the week and I am back to normal. Perhaps it is a sign that I am really getting old in that I do love the routine of day after day of doing the same things -Tuesday coffee morning, Wednesday exercise class, Thursday hair appointment, Friday meeting the 'gang' for coffee, Saturday - when the farmer is shooting then W and I go out for lunch. And so the weeks pass by.
Now it is on to Amazon to start ordering a few Christmas presents - that will be another Christmas job done and another thing to tick off my list.