Weather! Don't talk to me about weather!

At the beginning of the month when we returned from the Ill du Wiget, it was hot and dry and so windy that lots of my plants turned brown in a week, but at least I got the holiday washing dry, then about another ten days of stair-rods all my plants now so waterlogged that that any that survived the nuclear wind, can't handle the water'as they have no leaves left for transpiration or whatever its called, but now we are back to damp days, cloud wreathed hilltops and muddy rugby boots, not to mention our paths strewn with slugs where ever we go! But seriously Nic at the moment it is quite mild, toes get abit chilly in sandals,light jumpers are required, occasional it feels cold enough for another layer. But John seems to be finding it cold all the time and keeps turning the heating on, I have to keep opening all the doors and windows! So that makes it clear as mud! Sorry. This week-end the evenings have suddenly closed in and Sunday evening, leaving at 7 pm we only just made it back from Andys barbecue before complete darkness descended, which won't mean much to you persons in foreign climes but heralds winter in my mind. So what is every one else doing about clothers for the big day, what's expected. At the moment I can't seem to think about it, without getting panicky. Its the only blot on the horizon. At present it may be unfashionable jeans on a middle aged woman who is uncomfortable with her weight!