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Ten things to love about Autumn

I had a visit from a community midwife yesterday, who tested my blood pressure and pronounced it to be fine. As I am potentially a fortnight away from giving birth, this is a pleasing state of affairs, and one I would like to continue. So after spending the ensuing afternoon writing with some energy on the subject of Liz Jones's unhelpful attitude towards Ruth Kelly, I thought a discourse upon the many gorgeous things about Autumn would be a lovely antidote to all that ranting. It is, of course, the first day of October and I am delighted at the prospect of our baby having its birthday during this month. Something about the word alone conjures up for me an image of low sunlight shafts, golden trees and utter beauty. The cover of this month's issue of Country Living, decorated as it is with a nature table, brings joy to my heart. I know it's not a very English thing to say, but I don't particularly like summer and love that first day when it's cold enough to wear a polo neck and the merest hint of frost tinges the air. So, in case you're not a convert to this most amazing of seasons, here are some reasons to adore Autumn!
  • It often stops raining
Whatever the reason, be it global warming or an unfortunate run of bad luck, the August weather was not great this year. A few nice weeks in July (during which we escaped to Tuscany where the sun shone almost all the time) gave way to almost constant rain throughout the rest of the summer, reducing our back garden to a marsh and my parents' lawn to a pond. Given that I spent much of the school holiday unpacking our new house, I wasn't unduly bothered by what was going on outside, but nonetheless I felt for those who had taken time off work to spend in the "sun" and were again confronted with grey instead of blue skies and an almost steady downpour of torrential rain rather than sunshine. However, as is so often the case, the minute September came and term started again, out came the sun! My absolutely favourite type of day is a sunny, cold one, with leaves dancing around a little if possible. Furthermore, our washing line has had far more use in the past fortnight than it did during the entire month of August, which means we have fresh, crisp and fragrant sheets on our bed and fluffy towels in the bathroom. Sheer bliss. 
  • Pumpkins are in season
Whilst I'm completely disinterested in the concept of Hallowe'en, I do get very excited about carving pumpkins, putting a little lit candle inside them, and making tasty soup from that which I have excavated. I am even currently harbouring a secret desire to dress my baby up in a pumpkin costume, just for cuteness value, if I can find one in the shops. 
  • Fluffy cardigans and jumpers are back in the shops
The English attitude of shops towards the weather is hilarious! The minute June arrives, totally irrespective of the weather, every item of knitwear disappears from sight and is replaced universally by vest tops and sandals, even if we would all be far better off wearing jumpers and boots throughout the whole summer. In the north-east, where I live, there is an additional compulsion to wear as little as possible when out for the evening, always without a coat (that particular cliche endures because it is completely true!), and I am often left open-mouthed in awe when driving through Newcastle or Durham and seeing the miniscule outfits people choose to wear, risking pneumonia in the process. Maternity wear is no exception, though it is thankfully almost always very modest, and I only managed to buy one jumper to see me through the cold summer months, amidst plenty of pretty short-sleeved tops and sun dresses. But hurrah! Now Autumn is well and truly here, there is a veritable array of woollens from which to choose. My favourites are my new grey cardigan from Sainsbury's, and a gorgeous soft brown jumper / vest which hugs my bump in a snuggly manner. So warm and soft to touch. No wonder Mandu likes to sleep on top of every woolly jumper she can find in Ben's floordrobe!
  • Cosy nights at home in front of the fire, with hot chocolate, and the cat sitting on your lap
I love evenings spent outside, with a cold drink and good company and a barbecue, such as we enjoyed with Ben's family during the summer in Italy where the weather was warm late into the night. But there is also something really special about being inside on a cold, darkening evening, underneath a caramel-coloured throw on the sofa, with a mug of creamy hot chocolate and a little pussy cat purring on your lap, with cello music wafting through the house, a great book to read and candles lit around you...
  • Candles
What a wonderful invention (as long as they are never left unattended, especially with the aforementioned cat on the loose). My favourites at the moment are spiced apple pillars from Ikea, and Autumn Leaves from Sainsbury's. Vanilla is also utterly gorgeous. The soft light cast over everything in the room, the romantic atmosphere they can't help but create, and the enchanting scent that spreads through the house are every bit as beautiful as late sunlight. 
  • Walking through leaves of assorted beautiful colours
I discovered today I'd left my wellingtons in school, and I may well have to make a special trip back to retrieve them, because of how much I love splashing through fallen leaves. We are fortunate enough to live on the outskirts of a fairly rural area, with country lanes and potential for lovely walks virtually on our doorstep. What could be nicer than breathing in lungfuls of cool air whilst wading through golden and red piles of leaves? Perhaps I shall buy Mandu a lead and let her take me for a walk. 
  • Mittens and hats and scarves and fur-lined boots
My lovely friend Charlotte knitted me a beautiful orange scarf last Christmas, and I can't wait to get it out again. I have a pair of striped mittens in beautiful autumnal colours to match, and a pretty jade-green hat which is waiting to be taken out of the wardrobe as soon as it is cold enough to do so. I also can't wait to get out of ballet flats and into my brown furry boots - why buy Uggs when Primark and Tesco make such lovely equivalents? Wrapping up warm is one of life's blessings. 
  • It might snow, and even if it doesn't, there is always ice-skating
It hasn't snowed much over the last few years, even in Durham, which used to benefit from inches of fluffy white snow even in April. I get incredibly excited over even a few snowflakes and love it when it's chilly enough for even the thought of snow. And Ben disagrees, but I maintain that ice-skating in the evening open air with friends is a gorgeous way to spend time, only made better by snow tumbling into your hair. 
  • Claypot cooking
Our lovely friend Danielle gave us a claypot last Christmas, and using it for cooking is both deeply satisfying and incredibly easy. Just throw diced meat (which is often very cheap into the bargain) into a soaked claypot with boiling stock and a pile of root vegetables and herbs, leave on a low heat while you go to church for the morning, and serve up at lunchtime with homemade rosemary and rock-salt bread. And a glass of red wine. Delicious and warming - and really healthy! And while we're on the subject of food, making apple muffins is a wonderful use of a frosty weekend at home spent in a cosy kitchen, and I recently found a recipe in Country Living for the most wonderful apple streusel cake - delicious with a pot of tea. Yum yum yum. 
  • Christmas is around the corner
Despite the fact that it annoys me intensely when shops display Christmas trees in August, that our lovely local pub has scrawled "Book now for Christmas!" with what I consider indecent haste on its outdoor blackboard, and that the Metro Centre already resembles hell on a bad day, I adore getting ready for Christmas when the time is right. Choosing and then writing Christmas cards, thinking about which gift would be just right for each member of the family, baking special food, going to candlelit carol services and remembering the true meaning of Christmas, and spending time travelling to visit family and friends - it's something I look forward to all year. And this is the cutest outfit I think I have ever seen! 

Musing on this subject has made me very happy, and I am now going to go and light some candles, put on some music, pour myself a glass of sparkling apple crush and finish the lovely book my great friend Rachael sent me in the post - "The Cat That Came In From The Cold". Have a cosy evening!

posted by My name is Fiona, @ 16:56

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Superwoman doesn't exist

I started my maternity leave yesterday, and am loving being at home for these last hours / days / weeks until Baby Merrick arrives. It's fantastic to be able to sleep in a bit (all that getting up in the night to make use of the ensuite is excellent preparation, but takes its toll over a period of time), sit down on something far more comfortable than a decidedly wonky orchestra stool (£3 from IKEA) and, crucially, perform all those overdue household tasks that I haven't yet had time to tackle (including packing my bag for the hospital, and I do realise how ridiculous it is that I'm only just getting around to it now). So having driven Ben to the train station and popped into the Co-Op to buy some butter, I celebrated my first day off school by making a chocolate cake, and then settled down to read the papers online. I started off with BBC News, moved onto The Times, and then loitered briefly on Daily Mail, where I chanced across the most fatuous and anti-female article I've read in quite some time, penned by the journalist Liz Jones on the subject of Ruth Kelly's recent decision to depart the cabinet to spend more time with her family.

Jones is an intelligent woman and usually a good writer, although I felt her point got somewhat lost in this particular column, but the lack of objectivity, understanding and common sense she displayed yesterday in the Mail was astounding. She described Ruth Kelly's move towards the home as "a blow for women who work" and "a mortal blow against 30-odd years of feminist struggle", highlighting "cracks in her commitment" to the job and her "ill-timed actions" as if the soon-to-be-former Secretary of State for Transport has somehow let down the entire female population by making the (no doubt difficult) decision to give up her career and concentrate upon family life for the moment. I have to say I think exactly the opposite is true of Ruth Kelly, and I'm getting very tired of reading articles on this same subject over and over again, all written by women who appear to possess a rather shaky grasp of the correct definition of feminism. 

Liz Jones is famously divorced and childless, and spent the greater part of 2007 writing about how useless her ex-husband is (having chronicled his every failing during their marriage in her weekly column, which may possibly have contributed a little to the breakdown of the relationship). These days she has moved on, and now seems to spend most of her time writing about fashion and expensive, must-have possessions, in between criticising other women for no discernable reason. Trinny and Susannah are other recent victims of her withering tongue; last month she trotted out a long line of unflattering photos of them in their youth, which coincided with that great decade of style, the 1980s - didn't we all look awful then, Ms Jones included? And isn't it better just to look back and giggle, rather than pull apart two women who take great pleasure in making ordinary women (mostly with low confidence and no idea what suits them) look gorgeous - because wearing a properly-fitted bra, suitably-shaped clothes and appropriate colours actually does make a difference - but happen to deliver their verdicts in something of a blunt and jolly-hockey-sticks manner? Not very sisterly behaviour, is it, to lay into this pair who aim to do nothing more controversial than make women feel better about themselves. Yes, yes, I know they get paid handsomely for it, but they're not doing anything to which the aforementioned badly-dressed women don't agree, and you never see any of them complaining when the full-length mirror is uncovered and they are able to stand tall for the first time in years and realise they can look spectacular. More often, you see them weeping tears of joy. I'm the last person to believe that looks are the most important thing, but having some confidence in your appearance does make a difference to the way you feel about yourself. Liz Jones is a fashion writer, and obviously sees herself as feminist - so why the tirade against T&S? It's bizarre and inconsistent with what she claims to believe and to champion elsewhere. 

Anyway, to return to the original point, Jones is unimpressed with Ruth Kelly because she has "turned back the clock 30 years". No! What Ruth Kelly has done is take advantage of the fact that she can now make the decision for herself whether she works or stays at home with her family. True feminism is concerned with equal opportunities for both genders, and with women's rights and interests. Ruth Kelly has admirably demonstrated already that equal opportunities for women exist these days, given her long career as an MP. How on earth she has balanced the pressures of work and home for so long as it is, with a husband and four children to care for, is a complete and utter mystery to me. I have read that she refused to work "the long hours normally associated with the job" whilst holding the position of Economic Secretary to the Treasury, although I bet she worked the hours she should have done and merely baulked at sticking around for periods of overtime when she could instead have been at home in time for bathtime and storytime. Kelly has not allowed her brain to turn to mush or her skills to lie dormant - she has been making a significant contribution to the running of the country whilst attempting to juggle the needs and demands of four young children. She is likely to have extremely good (and private) reasons for wishing to step down and focus more upon her home life. From what I know of her, she seems to be a firm believer in the family. Liz Jones's article sounded to me like a campaign to encourage all women to relegate the family to the lowest possible level of priority and instead focus upon climbing the career ladder, smashing through the glass ceiling and kicking aside with your immaculate stiletto heel any tiresome men you might encounter on the way up there. The fatal flaw in that argument is that if we all choose that path, we are going to end up with, at best, a whole load of children who never have any time with their mothers (and whatever you might believe about the impact that might have upon their behaviour and development, there is not much point in having children in the first place if you are never able to see them), and at worst - no children, and therefore no population, at all! Clearly this is never going to happen, because - thank goodness - there are plenty of people who disagree with Jones's ludicrous opinion that women should not even consider doing anything else with their lives other than furthering glossy careers and fighting their way to the top. Not that I am for a moment criticising those women who do, you understand - I am delighted that we live through an era when such options are available to women as well as men. I am most grateful to Mrs Pankhurst and her merry band for fighting for my right to vote. Men and women are equal, but they should be allowed to be what they are: different. I am not saying, either, that the woman should always be the one to stay at home with the children, although that is more often that not the way things turn out when a family comes along. But the woman should be allowed to make that decision for herself, without poison darts being shot from the likes of Ms Jones who has chosen a different life for herself. 

I am only too aware that pregnancy and motherhood is not a lifestyle "choice", as it is so often described; with something like one in seven couples struggling to conceive nowadays, it needs to be acknowledged that it is a blessing and not a right. I feel extremely fortunate to have made it this far through a pregnancy and to have been given the opportunity of even one child to whose birth Ben and I can look forward. Clearly, being pregnant has coloured my view upon the constant raging debate between working and stay-at-home women, but I hope I can still see the point of view of those who either want to or must return to working full-time quickly once they have had children. I can't know what the future holds with regard to going back to work myself, and that is partly what maternity leave is there for - so you can make the decision when your life changes for good in ways you never even imagined, rather than making hasty pronouncements on a subject about which you currently know nothing. Working 10-hour days was perfectly normal when I first took over my job as Director of Music a few years ago, and I undertook to carry out everything expected of me in my new job, but my home life suffered for it. I saw a great deal less of my husband than I would have wanted for quite some time, and the state of our flat at times could charitably be described as chaos. Liz Jones's answer to this problem would no doubt involve getting a cleaner (hers, I was outraged to read today, was the recipient of a "really cheap watch" which the journalist kindly passed on after deeming it to be unsatisfactory as a Christmas present from a former boyfriend). Do I really need to justify myself to her because I want to spend some time at home, at long last, doing my own housework and taking some pride in my home and my family?

Several people have told me that my perspective on life is going to alter completely when our baby arrives, and I don't doubt it. I imagine that things like my job are going to assume a different perspective; in other words, something about which I don't any longer need or want to remain obsessive. The correct amount of hard work is one thing, but being made to feel guilty and somehow anti-feminist if I don't throw every bit of myself wholeheartedly into moving my career on is quite another. I refuse to be judged by someone who disagrees with me simply because she has chosen the opposite path and has not had children. Whether or not this was a choice Liz Jones made for herself, I don't know, but it's not relevant. As a journalist, she has a responsibility to at least attempt to think objectively, and she has completely missed the point here. Ruth Kelly ought to be praised and encouraged for making a brave decision, and she has done nothing of which she need be ashamed. By standing up for her right to go home and spend more time with her children, she is flying the flag for feminists everywhere. It's just not possible to "have it all", and we shouldn't pretend or imagine that it is. Never mind Superwoman - she is a figment of the imagination and always will be. I'm off to get the hoover out!

posted by My name is Fiona, @ 13:33

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