Catching up

I sacrificed a day to being selfish---I ought to have cut the grass, further tidied the garage, rubbed down the front door preparatory to repainting all of which would have earned me Brownie points from my conscience with which I debated before deciding to watch around three hours of Catch-up television; a peacefully slow Swedish thriller and a feature on Abstract Art all of which took up the best part of a truly gorgeous autumn afternoon of enticing sunshine. Did I regret my decision - not at all and if Olive my wife had been here and not in London 300 miles away she would have applauded my choice; wouldn't you my love? The accompanying illustration reveals the set up in which I revelled.