My garden in England is full of eating-out places, for heat waves, warm September evenings, or lunch on a frosty Christmas morning.
I love the excess of Christmas. The shopping season that begins in September, the bad pop star recordings of Christmas carols, the decorations that don't know when to come down.
There are some wonderful aspects to Christmas. It's magical. And each year, from at least November, well, September, well, if I'm honest, May, I look forward to it hugely.
Christmas, my child, is love in action. Every time we love, every time we give, it's Christmas.
My first day in Chicago, September 4, 1983. I set foot in this city, and just walking down the street, it was like roots, like the motherland. I knew I belonged here.