Sunday is usually a mixed blessing, the non-work day before work. The get-ready-for-work-day.
So a holiday Sunday feels like an indulgence.
I’m not sure why I was up at 8am sweeping and mopping the floors (although it must be admitted they needed doing)
This afternoon we’ve been weeding the new herb garden – you turn your back for a month and the weeds do their very best to take over.
The garden is prolific – tonight I made lettuce and courgette soup which has been christened ‘finest green’ in the style of Lord Percy from Blackadder. Luckily it tasted better than the name suggests.
The first sweet pea is in blossom, courgettes are attempting to sneak into marrow form, mange tout, lettuce and peas are ready to pick, the corn is as high as an elephants eye and best of all the summer holiday stretches ahead in all its lengthy glory.