Well Dear Reader, how lovely super smashing to have had four whole days off. I considered for a nano second being totally idle for all four days but then the gardening guilt took over and so on Friday and most of Saturday I gardened myself to a standstill, the net result of which was that I had somewhere lovely to sit and read awhile today.
Down at the bottom of the garden, my
stolen acquired copse is in full bluebell bloom
But it wasn’t all work and no play this weekend. The ACL and I always cook on Easter Sunday – a ginormous roast regardless of whether it’s just the two of us or a cast of thousands. This year we invited a couple of friends from work and one of their boyfriends and we had late lunch in the garden and then sat and chatted and drank far too much wine (me) until late on in the evening. It was a lovely day and I really felt (despite slaving over a hot stove) that I’ve really had some proper time off.
So that’s about it from here on the (very) sunny Isle. I have had a very nice weekend doing nothing much. Have got the garden whipped into shape and even planted some veg in the raised beds. Back to work tomorrow *sigh* but just for the three days and then we get to do it all all over again! Woo hoo!!!