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Date: 13 September 2005 08:50:03
Even in the city, it is amazing how the changing seasons can get to you. I didn't go to the Christians in Journalism meeting last night (awful to admit, but I just couldn't face spending time with any more journalists) and instead I stayed at home and cooked things. It felt right. There's just the right coolness in the day and the evening to make me want to hibernate. The leaves are beginning to fall off the trees. But I'm still washing the summer dresses I wore last week - I'm not quite sure when the change came.
I've been getting behind on the organic veg front too - so last night I made courgette and cheese crumble from Nigel Slater's recipes in the Observer (it was fantastic by the way, even though it sounds like something only eaten by lentilmunching Cranks-loving people) and then I stewed some damsons. We've had a bit of a plum glut, so I made a plum cake too. I feel so at home when I'm cooking - I think probably because it is the only time I ever create anything except articles. Even when work is horrid and I think I'm useless at what I do I can still make a cake, and it makes the house smell fantastic.
This morning I have been picking apples and tomatoes in the garden before work. It's fantastic harvesting something from your own back garden. A real "back to school" feel. Or perhaps - "back to thinking about what I should do next". This notice period is very difficult and uncertain. I wish I were better at this sort of thing.