I was woken by my alarm at about seven this morning, as usual, and then I went back to sleep until ten. I'm trying to kick this late morning habit in time for September. This morning, though, I noticed something quite different. By now, I'm more used to seven in the morning looking like midday; bright, sunny and vivid. Today, though, the light was different.It was softer, more subdued, and the sky's blue was deeper, autumnal in tone. It felt less August and more mid September, to be honest.

Well, I'm awake now, anyway. I'm dressed, my bed's made, my three postcards are written and my room is tidy. Other than some clothes that need washing, I've got nothing else I need to do. Perhaps coffee, lunch and ibuprofen would be a good start. I'm starving, and this episode of the monthly reds includes crippling back pain that makes existing a nightmare.

The other day, when I was out with Laura, she said she didn't think me the sort to keep a diary. Fun fact of the day: I actually am. I write about the silliest, most pointless little things here.