My dad used to call it...

... the buttered bun. That beautiful, life-enhancing, vit-D giving ball of light in the sky. I have to say though, I've always thought the blue sky makes it. I mean, I know you can't have one without the other, but there'd be no butter on the bun without the blue!

Took a pootle round towns after a relaxing morning - full of people, some of whom were mostly definitely not appropriately dressed! taking advantage of the lovely day - and then came home to mow the lawn. Well, I say "lawn", that's a bit grandiose for the scrubby expanse of grass/weeds/moss out front, but I'm really struggling to care this year. I've even cheated and bought ready made hanging baskets from Homebase *hangs head in shame*.

I did put up my bead curtain at the back door though, which those of you who are aware of my aversion to drilling (and general DIY rubbishness) will recognise as something of a triumph :-)

Four and a half hours on the phone to a friend this evening and hello Sunday!

x