Calm willow weaving in the afternoon without Leroy or Louisa or Syd.
The smell of my t-shirt.
Lily and Louise were back!
Calm willow weaving in the afternoon without Leroy or Louisa or Syd.
The smell of my t-shirt.
Lily and Louise were back!
The seedlings have grown enormously. Especially the courgettes.
The busy bird activity outside my window this morning – blackbirds and blue tits all diving into and out of the ivy.
The fox on the path.
Weaving my basket and thinking about my therapy.
The gentle wood smoke smell in my bedroom.
Pay rise! And it’s been backdated!
A walk at lunchtime when it was hot and sunny and the place smelt like cut grass and summer and it was so lovely.
Jonny being silly after work. Sitting on the sofa with me, stretching and playing with the chair. I like it when he’s in a silly mood.
The smell of clean bedsheets.
Lying in the sun in the park again.
The beautiful fabric of Jo’s dungarees.
Gardening. A day in the sun. Relaxing. I’m glad I took today off too.
The smell of shaving foam.
Our new compact Hoover.
Smokey smell at work reminding me of visiting castles as a kid with people dressed up and living in them, cooking food on open fires.
Two customer compliments, one straight after the other, about how good the coffee was and how lovely and friendly we are as staff.
Finding out that the Flight of the Concords guys sometimes come into work. Cue nerves every time someone walks through the door.
We slept with the door open last night. I woke up to the fresh air, the morning sun, that morning smell and a few gentle outdoor sounds. I felt like I was on holiday.
I finished writing all the blogs I had to do for a company I work for that I just can’t stand. All done. No more. Goodbye.
A boiled egg for dinner (part two. I was hungrier than I thought). I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again. I bloody love eggs.
Image: Jason Lowe