A gentle start to the day. Sat in the conservatory sans cup of tea. Not given breakfast any consideration yet. Plenty of time. No rush. What’s the hurry?
It’ll go quickly enough anyway, time. I feel as if I should be sat cross legged on the carpet meditating. Ommm. Ommm I say.
The sound of wood pigeons is mildly irritating. What would life be like without them? Can they not change their tune? Bang.
I’m hoping to be able to cut the grass this afternoon. Should be ok. Then it’s steak on the bbq tonight. Bit of salad. Simple fare. Might buy a bottle of wine. See how it goes.