And it's still gorgeous weather. I am very happy. Not for any particular reason, except that I've just had my hair cut, which was badly needed. I had an appointment three weeks ago and I forgot it. I didn't even realise, until I noticed that I could hardly see out from under a nose-length fringe and looked in my diary and found no future appointment. Fortunately, I could be fitted in quite quickly, which is just as well as I was rapidly growing a mullet.
Tilly is not quite her usual accommodating self at present. She has found herself some irresistible dead animal to roll in. I don't know where it is, as we are surrounded by fields and she is free to roam in them, but she came into church on Sunday (I was really late back and the Sage and she came to find me) and, I'm afraid, her aroma preceded her. I took her home and gave her a bath, with a bucket of water in the garden. Warm water, of course. What do you take me for? Yesterday, she did it again. I bathed her again. She doesn't like baths, although she does stand patiently and obediently, and I wonder how many times I'm going to have to do this.
Tonight it's WI, and I, with Yvonne and Doris, am doing food. Chi-chi canapés from me, which I'll make this afternoon. It won't take long, as I'd rather be in the garden. Housework is certainly suffering at present, as I'd rather do other things.
Did I tell you that I'm off on holiday again soon? Just for a long weekend in Krakow. I've never been to Poland, nor anywhere in Eastern Europe, and it should be interesting. At this rate, I'll barely have the Cornwall photos up before I'm back with Krakovian ones. Before that, on Friday, is our auction. The Sage had his picture in the local paper last Friday and a piece in the EDP, the Norwich-based daily, yesterday.