Lazy Sunday

I pulled back the curtains this morning hoping to see a glimpse of sunshine but it was dull and grey. I began to feel the same. I just couldn't be bothered to get into gear - so instead of going out blipping, I spent a lazy morning in bed reading Jonathan Strange and Mr Norrell ahead of tonight's tv adaptation of Susanna Clarke's novel.

So the furthest I have been today is the supermarket and that was just before closing time. The photo is of the Clematis in the garden.

It's Harriet's last day as a teenager. But she will always be a teenager.