It's a beautiful day. I've picked lettuces, sweet peas, gooseberries and artichokes for the shop. I've cycled in for my shopping and been to the library. I will take the papers, the books, a glass of wine and some smoked salmon and go and relax on the lawn.
I've been eating little but fruit and yoghurt this week until the evening, but today I feel completely self-indulgent. It's too hot to work in the garden and too fine to work indoors. As I cycled, I thought of a subject for a post, but now it's all planned in my head, it feels that the job's done and I don't really need to write it down any more. Maybe later. Possibly.
Cheers, darlings
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Oh, what's the problem? This is hardly Great Literature. I'd appreciate anything taken from here being acknowledged, and I might change my mind if I'm suddenly proclaimed as the Literary Queen of the Blogosphere - but I probably wouldn't. Do what you like, just as long as it doesn't extend to defamation of anyone, even me.
Actually, you want to pass off what I say as your own, I might even be flattered. Let's face it, who cares anyway?
11 comments:
That sounds rather better than a warm ham roll and a glimpse of the lovely blue sky out of the doll's house sized office window. Have fun!
While you've been enjoying your lunch, I have been labouring on our marathon effort.
Your turn now.
Bless you, Z
Just popped in for a slice of melon.
It's so apparent when I'm happy with my little world, isn't it?
The papers,
the books,
some smoked salmon,
a glass of wine.
Who do you think you are kidding?
Good on you Z!!
Dave, there are all the other chaps being lovely and what do you do? You suggest I'm a greedy soak.
Of course, you're the only one of them who has actually met me, but that isn't my point.
The only one of the four. Oh dammit. You know what I mean.
Mrs Min is alive and well and living in Norfolk. And all's well with the world:)
It's a time warp over here, Pat.
So true. And oddly linked to my post for tomorrow.
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