Sunday. In sentences.

This morning was bright and quite lovely for the time of year. It changed my plan. I was going to skulk about and do housework stuff till after lunchtime and then sit at my desk an immerse myself in something involving colouring and cutting. I don’t quite know what I was going to make, but my stock of cards is very low. And I need a stock. Because I’m so last minute that I can’t actually plan to send a card. Anyway, the sunshine made me fickle. I put on my wellies, picked up the secateurs, did a lot of dramatic huffing and puffing to get the garden waste bin out of the garage and into the garden and set about a bit of tidying. I consulted the RHS website and pruned. I cleared the dead wood from erm, some bushes. I revealed a frog who scared me almost as much as I scared him. I picked up all the fallen branches from next door’s beautiful weeping laburnum. And then, like a fool, I sat in the lounger whilst trying to determine whether the grass was dry enough to cut. Apparently, this took me about half an hour because Mr Dunnit came home and found me lounging in the sun! We had a coffee and a sandwich outside, it was glorious. So then we sat a while. He got all fidgety and wanted to get on with something, which made me feel guilty. So I gave up and came in and pottered about a bit. Then I decided on a big old roast supper, so prepared that. Sat at my desk and pushed stuff around for about an hour. Not hugely productive on the card front.....but, in the spirit of a lovely sunny day, there is a sunset tradition to uphold.....

Hope your week starts well.