In the swing of Sunday

Thought about tidying up the garden this morning, but then thought I ought to paint the gate. Then realised I didn't have time to paint the gate ... and conveniently forgot that I could have done the gardening instead.

Is there anything more satisfying than the contemplation of hard work?

We took the lads and Matt's pal to Lauderdale in the afternoon; they all had a fine time - while Mo and I had a fine cup of coffee.