A change in the season, and we find ourselves at another corner of the year. It's dark by half-past seven now, and there's a nip in the air once the sun goes down. We put the radiators on for the the first time in months last night, and it's almost like admitting some kind of defeat. Despite the weather, it's been a summer of dreams; the Olympics and Paralympics were amazing on many levels, and I found myself coming home after work and switching on the TV to catch up with what had happened; but now the football season's started, all that good feeling about the finer points of sport seems to be fading away. I just hope that the lasting legacy of the games is going to be more than an increase in the popularity of Boris the Buffoon.
It's less than a hundred days to Christmas. Where is the time going?