... and the greyhounds are nesting.
Overheard in the local Co-op:
"Bit back-endish this morning."
"Too back-endish for me."
They mean the back end of summer, i.e. it's definitely time to switch the central heating on. I've had to search for gloves, and the woolly scarf is on stand-by. It's cold and dark now on our pre-work rambles. At this time of year, I'm chasing the light at each end of the day. By November, winter is winning, and the dogs only have a brief lunchtime outing in daylight. The guilt of being a working "mother".
The lumps in Herbie's armpits are growing bigger.