There's definitely a chill in the air. It may be time to put summer clothes away and get the knitting out. I'm not a fan of short days and cold, damp weather but I do like Sunday teatimes complete with homebaked goodies. Today we had a big pot of tea, homemade scones, homemade plum jam and clotted cream. Slurp! For those of you wondering what clotted cream is - it is the southwest of England's greatest export - delicious, thick cream with a crust on top. I could eat it with a spoon from the tub, but that's probably because I myself am an export from the southwest of England and it reminds me of home. Mr Q learnt about clotted cream on our first trip to Devon together about four and a half years ago and has never looked back.
We deserved today's cream tea. This morning we were rudely awakened by a large chunk of ceiling collapsing in the hallway. Several hours and lots of cleaning later and the hall and stairs look ok again (if you don't look up, that is). We've been waiting for the roofer to repair the roof for a few weeks now - perhaps this will help us move closer to the top of his list.