A late night on Thursday, meeting C for the after party of a gig she had just been to, not getting into bed until 3am, struggling to stay awake at work on Friday, then another late night, hula hooping and free pizza at Bloomsbury Bowling. A slower, calmer Saturday and Sunday. A trip to Kew Gardens, autumn crocuses in terracotta pots in the new Alpine House, a steamed up camera lens in the Lily House, waiting until it adjusted so I could take photographs of the reflections on the mirror-like water. A giant exotic looking butterfly flapping lazily round the Princess of Wales conservatory, looking at home amongst the deep green foliage, but slightly lonely. Outside of the heated glasshouses, turning leaves, yellows, reds, Indian chestnuts bursting from their green cases, glossy brown. A Sunday visit to my grandma, driving out of London past brown fields and golden Poplar trees, the sky blue and cold above. Lunch out and then, later, tea and Battenberg cake. My first slice of Battenberg ever, as I've only recently begun to like the taste of marzipan. Traffic on the return to London, as the sun set revealing a huge full moon, low and yellow, intermittent rain. Home in time for supper and Downton Abbey, in bed before 11pm, hot water bottle tucked at my feet.