Saturday, 14 March 2009
Relaxation,radio's and blowyness
Bit of this
I open the door, she is flopped where the warm of the sun touches the duvet. Scooping her up, I join her for a few delicious stolen moments from my busy morning.
My dab radio has been temperamental since I unceremoniously snapped of it's ariel. It is my window on the world. Man about house does a wonderful job fixing me another. Reception is clear as a bell. I celebrate by listening to the afternoon play.
The fresh bright blowy day has dried 3 loads of washing. And ruffled the long-tits and their feathers.
Bit of that
Early to bed
A poor evening on television
(Dictionary for our time)
not me I am going to knit!