Il mio fine-settimana
My week-end was a mix of socialising and being at home on my own (Adrian is in Leeds).
On Friday evening I went to a birthday party across the street. We were only 10 people at Carole's and I only knew the host.
I don't particularly like parties but it wasn't too bad (the food was lovely).
On Saturday morning I saw a number of friends/neighbours first at a charity plant sale in a massive house/garden in a posher part of the neighbourhood and then at Lynne's.
Lynne took this picture of me
(no I didn't have a kilt around my ankles... I was trying to protect my leg from George, Neil's lovely but exuberant dog!)
Not much else to report apart from pottering in the garden...
I always enjoy watering the garden on a summer Saturday evening. The streets are quiet, there's a stillness in the air and the evening is not tinged with the melancholy of a Sunday: on the contrary it's full of promises, normally snuggling up to Adrian on the sofa.
The climbing roses have started to bloom
On Friday evening I went to a birthday party across the street. We were only 10 people at Carole's and I only knew the host.
I don't particularly like parties but it wasn't too bad (the food was lovely).
On Saturday morning I saw a number of friends/neighbours first at a charity plant sale in a massive house/garden in a posher part of the neighbourhood and then at Lynne's.
Lynne took this picture of me
(no I didn't have a kilt around my ankles... I was trying to protect my leg from George, Neil's lovely but exuberant dog!)
Not much else to report apart from pottering in the garden...
I always enjoy watering the garden on a summer Saturday evening. The streets are quiet, there's a stillness in the air and the evening is not tinged with the melancholy of a Sunday: on the contrary it's full of promises, normally snuggling up to Adrian on the sofa.
The climbing roses have started to bloom