Enshittification

Maybe the end of the world is nigh...

I keep catching myself trying to usher Autumn through the door. I should be enjoying the bright days we had last week, the fiery acers in the garden or Sunday morning’s deliciously introverting fog but instead I’m wondering about when I can light the log burner and justify that glass of Armagnac, hurrying towards the darkness. Perhaps that’s because I’m…