Wore my black woollen P coat into the city for the first time this year last night, and had porridge for breakfast this morning - sure sign that things are cooling down.
It's actually a very pretty today today, as it has been for a few days. But though it was close to 30 earlier in the week the weather is cooler, more chill. I ummed and ahhed about my jacket last night, but was grateful to have as darkness came and the temperature plunged from toerable to cool.
Last night was another night out, with another girl. Didn't have high expectations, but was glad to be pleasantly surprised. My date was a ballsy type with an interest in politics, current affairs and the arts. We had a good conversation over a glass or two at Von Haus before I insisted I needed something to nibble on whereupon we crossed the road to The Mess Hall. All good.
Got home to find another had been attempting to contact. I'm really experiencing a golden age right now - or is it a renaissance? In any case pretty girls are popping out of the woodwork all over town, with a more than usual amount thinking I'm pretty swell. I can live with that. I'm having fun and, if I work it right, potentially a lot of fun.
Hopefully I might settle down with one of these, but I'm not rushing into anything. I'll see the other petitioners, if only for potential friendship (seriously). Besides, it keeps me warm as the winter months close in.
It's really been a great run for the last 6 months...