Sunday, 8 March 2009

A short post for a lazy Sunday

It was a lovely sunny morning, but colder than it looked. The wind cut right through my wool jacket as I cycled into town, and on the way home my skirt blew up to my thighs. Not the best look for an old woman. Nor even for one wallowing deep in middle age.

I did a flower arrangement for the church yesterday for today's service (there was a particular reason for this, as we don't usually have flowers in Lent) and brought it home again afterwards., It's pink, purple and white and looks very fresh and pretty. It's giving me a good deal of pleasure.

I don't plan to do anything much this afternoon. I'm going to lounge on the sofa and cuddle my dog, and read the papers and listen to music, unless Ro puts the television on. I've got loads of washing to do, but I don't care. It can wait. The Sage has just told me it's starting to rain, so I've got a valid reason to wait until tomorrow because washing can't go on the line and if it can't tomorrow either it would have to go in the drier, as I have nowhere indoors to hang washing to dry. Socks on the Aga, that is, but not a lot more.

5 comments:

The Cloudcutter said...

Hi there! Reading about your lazy Sunday transported me into another world altogether like a fairy tale! It's so different from where I am - all hot and humid!

Dave said...

Are we going to get a long post for a working Monday now?

Z said...

Hello, Cloudcutter and welcome. Yes, a bit different from your neck of the woods! But I must admit that not a lot happened yesterday. In fact, I fell asleep.

As soon as something happens, Dave, you'll hear about it.

PI said...

Good I'm glad you 're having a rest. I've got into the habit of doing small washes (economic cycle) almost every day which seems to work well with drying and ironing and avoids those depressing great piles of linen.

Dave said...

I've got into the habit of doing a large wash once a fortnight, pulling the damp clothes into shape, and shaking out the wrinkles (ah, and wearing jumpers at this time of year prevents people seeing the shirt creases) which avoids any depressing great piles of ironing.