Weeded

Day got off to a smug start. I got my laundry hung out and dried whilst cutting the grass before the first rumble of thunder and the rain.
Went a bit downhill after that.

There was a magical golden sunset but after two glasses of beautiful Syrah from Carcassone, there would be no driving to get a good vantage point.

So a weed on the kitchen table it is. Must do better.