The Autumnal Equinox
Night and day are the same length, and the days are shortening faster than any other time in the year.
It's also the birthday of Bilbo and Frodo Baggins, and Guy Kewney (RIP). This I know because one of the trickiest (and full stealth) viruses did its thing on this date, and Guy told me that it was also his birthday. It put a Trojan on your boot sector that displayed "FRODO LIVES!" when you start up.
Winter is coming, and thoughts have already started to turn to Christmas.
Usually, each year we spend a few days in central London, where daughters.[1 and 2] live, and we go for a major nosh-up at a London Hotel with all the family. But this is the Year of the Covid, so we won't.
Instead, we're planning a smaller family get-together at the home of daughter.1, who has offered to do the cooking. Pigs in blankets! Christmas pudding! Mince pies!I don't know the exact date just yet, but we'll drive down for the festivities and drive back very late at night, which means no booze for me, but I shall legally eat myself silly.
We don't have firm plans, but the outline plan we have means we can be very flexible, and make a final decision at the last minute, because it might depend on the state of lock down in London at the time.
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