Clocks Go Back.

And you might as well have been

Threading my soul through that wooden reed

Guiding it with your fingertips

And letting it sing so sweetly

Burgundy skirts torn to perfection

A cloud of simple human nature

Pirouette my darling and dance with me

Flags billow and whisper

We're free.

What a crazy few weeks. Not knowing whether I'm coming or going; and generating enough stress to power a sizeable turbine.

My lovely weekend started in a purple 'new' Mini Cooper, made a stop at a beautiful leaf-littered cricket pitch and gorgeous country pub in Sevenoaks, careered its way down numerous motorways and roads before briefly coming to a halt at my house. Cue tea, Mexican food, Mum, Dad, sister, belated birthday presents, labradors, more tea and a midnight bedtime. This stop, albeit brief, was much needed and reaffirmed my affection and love for family and home.

A haircut, new hair colour, shopping, a visit from family friends and a scrumptious (yes, I did just use that word) jacket potato preceded another antic-filled, alcohol-fuelled night of DILLIGAF family madness. Ring of Fire saw Joe in bed by 10.30pm; Tom downing a vase of JD, Coke and Stella; then much cake, dancing, balloons and not forgetting face paint:

So, ideas. I've had a few of them lately, but they've kind of been buried beneath stress and worry and procrastination. They include:

* Ideas for photo shoots. One in particular consists of me photographing head shots of people with their favourite lyrics scrawled on their face. It occurred to me how much I love quoting lyrics and snippets of wonderful stuff that people stay. My Dalai Lama poster informs me that you should share your knowledge as it is a way to achieve immortality. True that. I was also thinking that we come into this world as a blank canvas, and leave it shaped and formed by words.

* Butterfly milk and bumblebee tea. Not as a potential product for the beverage market. Just a phrase myself and Steph Kitchiner came up with in one of our random in-car conversations.

*Autumnal stuff. Leaves, gold, red, colours, smell of fresh earth, rain, nights drawing in.

That's a pick of the bunch. There's a lot more nestled in my mind somewhere if you move some of the boxes around and peer through some windows.