The Story of our Sunday

Don’t take this the wrong way, but I’m quite glad Philippa was under the weather today. Normally she’d spend her Sunday wanting to drag me off somewhere sporty, or forcing me to do something that tidies the house in some way. But because she felt a bit shitty, we just lazed around enjoying the Sun, and each others company.  We (by which I mean, the Bannermans) have a big thermometer in the back garden, attached to a bird feeder. On Friday morning, it was 9 Celsius. Today, it said 24!!! Will it continue? I doubt it, but it was lovely to see it.
Inspired by the sunshine I sat in a chair and wrote poetry (some of which I shared with you earlier.) Philippa dozed, then filled a notepad with decorating ideas. We only have four more weeks as employees of the Housesitting Agency, then we officially become rent-paying tenants, with an option to buy, so she’s gearing up for an onslaught of painting, etc. Wouldn’t be my idea of time well spent, but she seemed to get a kick out of it, so good luck to her. As long as I don’t have to help hang wallpaper I’m happy for her to make whatever plans she likes.
I’m just rambling now, so I’m going to sign off and go and watch ’Wallander.’ It’s not as good as the original Swedish series, but in these days of reality shite and imported courtroom blarney it’s by far the best thing BBC1 has served up in years, so I don’t want to miss it.  

RC 5-6-16
2030 BST