I was greeted with yet more greyness on opening the bedroom curtains this morning. Although after a closer inspection I noticed a few Constable-esque smudges of heart-lifting blue sky. Perhaps not such a bleak Sunday after all...
A quick peek at the roof-garden raised the spirits even further. Can’t help but feel cheered by the sight of my daffodils in all their glorious yellow pomp. Even if all of my other plants expire this season (which is more than likely!), I will still feel this gardening year will have been a success!
A walk across The Common seems a fitting way to start a Sunday (post-porridge of course!). Since childhood I have always loathed this particular day of the week above all others – even Monday mornings!?! I find myself gripped by an all consuming dread of the inexorable approach of yet another suffocating working week and of the last precious seconds of my beloved weekend disappearing at a rate of knots. It’s even more crippling when I feel that I haven’t tried to eek as much enjoyment out of the day as humanly possible; torturing myself if I squander a single moment.
Needless to say I barely sleep on a Sunday night...
Boat Drinks...of the Bloody Mary varietal!
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