To confirm that Autumn has commenced. This is not a drill. Repeat, this is not a drill.
Hi viz from now to Samhain is orange. Rotations are to be anti-clockwise.
When meeting a Sage in a corridor, it is now necessary to pass the dutchy on the left hand side.
Apologies are to commence with the lyrics of "Forever Autumn". It is not really spiritual, but it is very autumnal. It will also be good preparation in the event that the Martians come back.
In keeping with the appropriate autumnal feel of doom 'n' gloom, the tune to Lord of the Dance will be piped through the community every morning at 9.14, in a minor key. We know how awkward that makes everyone feel. In keeping with our Sydney Carter-Free-Zone status, the penalty for singing any of the words is stoning, commuted to sitting in a barrel while we throw conkers at the offender.
Filling Up of Beakers now moves from its standard time to sunset every evening. Since this is very hard to work out, sunset has been defined as being 7pm, regardless. Conveniently, this is the same time as we were holding it in the summer, so nobody should notice any different.
If you're feeling cold, wear another sweater. Wimps.