Wind dried
Sheets fresh off the (new) washing line, showered, pyjamas fresh off the (new
1) washing line, and a house to myself (again). Half past seven isn’t too early for bed is it? Probably.
Instead I’m going to enjoy the cider that I went out and bought when I discovered that I didn’t have the willpower not to, and am going to sit and watch crap TV for the rest of the evening. And possibly do some knitting (I know, it a rock and roll lifestyle over here).
P.S. I’m fairly sure that it should be some form of illegal to have a barbecue and not invite your neighbours.
P.P.S. Rejoice in my favourite headline of the week: “Local riders warned off dangers off rogue riding schools”. The joys of local magazines with no copy editors.
1 Yes, I’m overly excited by the new washing line, but it makes doing the laundry so much easier than trying to balance everything over a small airer and the backs of the dining room chairs. [↩]
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If I were rich enough to employ someone to do it, I’d have fresh sheets eveery day. My favourite thing.
Fresh sheets every day? That’s probably about as close to heaven as it’s possible to get!
You have described one of my favourite evenings!!
Pure indulgence, but of a simple, harmless* kind.
(*depending on the quantity of cider, obviously)
It was a good evening. I was feeling quite down earlier in the day, and it spun my mood around completely, and so even better.