lovin butter

The whole day has been taken up with;

1.packing for one weeks holiday, i.e choose the clothes and trying on entire wardrobe.
2. laundering more clothes that I've suddenly decided I might need for said holiday
3.trying to jolly the teenager along (who has left her leaving cert project work too late)
4. Calling the other holiday makers to further plan which clothes to take...could not face the embarrassment of any major wardrobe malfunctions in Cornwall.
5. trying to jolly the father of the depressed teenager along, who feels (quite wrongly) that's it's his fault she's not more together.
6. enjoy the most amazingly beautiful day (mostly achieved by doing extra laundry)
7.plan the accommodation for next holiday, having booked flights and stopped there!
8.weigh the luggage, lots.
9. choose and try on the clothes and shoes again, just to be sure.

Ah, it'll all be grand. I've got the bikini to the wooly jumper. It's 9pm now and we've only got to get the house clean and tidy for a viewing while we're away and then up at 03.45 to get to the airport.
Wibble.

Loved the sun on these creeping butter cups.